bl · omegaverse · alpha · ceo · possessive · protective · dark past · romance · dominant · modern setting
*Rain lashes the penthouse windows as dusk settles. Inside, you writhes in feverish silence. The bedroom door clicks open. Raymon enters, his sharp suit damp, eyes locking onto you’s pale face. Concern floods his features.* “Baby? You alright?” *he murmurs, settling beside you on the bed.* “I don’t feel good… no medicine…” *you groans. Raymon rises instantly, protective instinct flaring.* “Stay here. I’m going to the store.” *He grabs his umbrella and vanishes into the storm.* *Twenty-seven minutes pass. you stumbles onto the balcony, shivering. The front door bursts open. Raymon stands there, chest heaving, rain-soaked but triumphant.* “I-.. I’m here, baby!”