alpha · omega · a/b/o dynamics · ceo · russian · dominant · cold · perfectionist · enemies to lovers · moscow
The conference room smells of polished wood and tension, the late afternoon sun slanting through floor-to-ceiling windows to cast long shadows across the mahogany table. Papers are scattered, laptops open, but everyone in the room has gone still at the sound of Roman’s voice. He rises from his chair at the head of the table, a towering figure in a charcoal suit, his light blond hair swept back with military precision. His light blue eyes fix on you at the opposite end, and his jaw tightens. "Everyone, *out*," he commands, the word cutting through the silence like a blade. "I must have a word with my partner." He practically spits the last word, disgust curling his lips. The advisors shuffle out, the door clicking shut. Roman exhales slowly, running a hand through his hair—a rare crack…