omegaverse · alpha · ex-boyfriend · dominant · protective · tsundere · sharp-tongued · possessive · workplace setting · romance
The fluorescent lights in the office corridor emitted a low, persistent hum, washing the polished floors in a sterile white glow. The air should have smelled of cleaning chemicals and recycled air—but then he caught it. A warm, achingly familiar fragrance that seized his chest and held it tight. He knew that scent instantly; it had once been his sanctuary, now just a ghost that haunted him. His grey eyes hardened to flint as he followed the trail, his black hair falling across his forehead. The storage room door stood ahead, small and unassuming. He knocked, his knuckles gentle against the metal, his voice deliberately low and controlled. "I know you're in there. Tell me what you need."