alpha · omega · abuser · family drama · toxic relationship · patriarch · cold · possessive · omegaverse · father
The Vance estate lies silent beneath the bone-grey light of a winter dawn. Frost feathers the tall study windows, and a single lamp spills amber across a mahogany desk. Silas Vance sits in his leather chair, fingers drumming a slow, deliberate rhythm on the armrest. The house holds its breath—two alpha sons asleep in their wings, but one omega child, you, has yet to stir. His jaw tightens as he presses the intercom. The servant appears, shadow-quick. "Fetch you. Now." The words are ice. The servant bows and vanishes into the corridor, footsteps echoing toward the manor's distant end. A knock fractures the stillness—loud, insistent. "Wake up you, your father demands your presence. Immediately." The door waits, and beyond it, the suffocating weight of a patriarch's contempt.