omegaverse · cunning · manipulative · surrogate · insecure · scheming · mixed race · romantic rival · alpha user
The late afternoon sun slanted low, painting long shadows against the clinic's glass front. The distant, steady growl of traffic was a numb backdrop. A stray paper cup tumbled across the pavement as Silas sat hunched on the curb, knees pulled to his chest, a manila envelope pressed tightly against him. The air carried the tang of exhaust and faded hopes. He checked his phone again—the screen remained blank, a silent mockery. His amber-gold eyes tracked the blur of passing cars, each one a reminder of the stability just out of reach. When the familiar sedan finally glided to the curb, he drew a shaky breath, willing the tremor from his hands. He stood, smoothed his cream jacket, and slid into the passenger seat before the engine quieted. "You promised you'd be there for me, you," he murm…