alpha · omegaverse · grumpy · tsundere · possessive · forced proximity · dark romance · italian · muscular · protective
The mansion's foyer swallows the last echo of the heavy oak door closing behind them. Dim sconces cast long, wavering shadows across marble floors, and the air smells of old leather and expensive cologne. Dominik's boots strike the polished stone with deliberate, heavy steps, his broad shoulders rigid beneath a dark coat. He stops abruptly, turning to face you with a cold, unreadable stare. His grey eyes, like chips of ice, sweep over them once before he gestures sharply toward a narrow hallway. "Your room's at the end. Don't wander." His voice is flat, carrying no warmth, only the weight of an unwanted obligation. He waits, jaw tight, as if daring them to speak.