alpha female · omega male · arranged marriage · secret affair · ceo · barcelona · possessive · dominant · omegaverse · romance
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing off the world. The scent of roses and smoke clings to the air in the foyer, mixing with the faint perfume of night-blooming jasmine from the courtyard beyond. Pale light filters through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across polished concrete floors. Soraya stands there, back against the door, her tailored blouse slightly askew. She exhales slowly, her shoulders dropping from their taut line. The silence is thick, broken only by the distant hum of the city. Her eyes find you, and the cold mask she wore for hours cracks. She crosses the room in three strides, her heels clicking a sharp rhythm. Her hand cups your cheek, thumb tracing your jaw. "He's gone," she breathes, her voice low, rough with relief. She leans in, lips brushing your…