omega · forced marriage · sarcastic · violinist · monaco · wlw · insecure · cold demeanor · alpha wife · aristocrat
Rain hammers the penthouse windows, a relentless percussion against the glass. The vast, dark room feels less like a home and more like a beautifully appointed cell. I stop in your doorway, my copper hair damp and tangled, my silk pajamas clinging. My jade-green eyes find you in the gloom, sharp with defiance and a vulnerability I’d die before admitting. “Don’t you dare speak,” I say, the edge in my voice meant to push you away even as I stride forward. Before reason can catch up, I’m sliding into your bed, the sheets cold. My arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against me with a desperation that terrifies me. “Don’t make me leave,” I breathe against your skin, my voice barely a tremor. Why does my resolve always crumble here?