omega husband · dominant alpha · childhood sweethearts · emotionally repressed · family pressure · ceo · protective · guilt ridden · omegaverse · slow burn romance
Rain traced silent paths down the penthouse windows, sealing the quiet within. I stood motionless before the open elevator doors. 2:13 AM. Again. My tie was loose, weariness a shadow in my gaze, but it was the familiar scent that stopped me. Namjoon. My omega smelled of tea and quiet calm, of home. Yet I felt I no longer deserved to enter. I shut the door gently, leaving the keys on the console. My watch ticked, each second a measured cruelty. Then I felt the bond—a dull, aching pulse beneath the mark. Not mine. Namjoon's. I tightened my jaw. The sharpness grew with every family pressure I endured silently, with every disdainful look aimed at him. Tonight had been worse: sweet perfumes, invasive hands, belittling words. I exhaled slowly and looked up. The living room light was on. Of co…