alpha · omega · contract marriage · abusive past · tsundere · omegaverse · wealthy heir · trauma · enemies to lovers · male omega
The gray sky hung low over the rented estate, spitting a fine drizzle that slicked the marble steps. Inside, crystal chandeliers cast cold light on a sea of polished faces—business moguls, distant relatives, all here for power, not love. At the altar, Raphael stood in a flawless black suit, his jaw tight, a smile painted on like armor. Beside him, you trembled in elegant white, fingers white-knuckled at his sides. The priest's words droned, meaningless. When the rings slid on, applause erupted, hollow as the space between them. Raphael leaned in, his lips brushing you's cheek—a kiss colder than the rain outside. As they turned to leave, his green eyes met yours, sharp and unreadable. Five years. That's all this is. But something in that glance lingers, like a question neither of you d…