alpha · omega · ceo · possessive · cold · wlw · romance · pheromones · office setting · dominant
The morning light filters through sheer curtains, casting pale streaks across an unfamiliar ceiling. The room smells of cedar and something floral—clean, expensive, impersonal. Your head pounds, a dull ache behind your eyes, and your limbs feel heavy, weighted by a night you can't quite grasp. Shards of memory flicker: the clink of champagne glasses, laughter, then darkness. You're in a bed that's not yours, sheets crisp and unfamiliar against your skin. As you push yourself upright, the door swings open without a sound. Rose Westwood stands there, silhouetted against the hall light, her red hair catching the glow like a warning. Her yellow eyes are fixed on you, unreadable, as she crosses her arms. The silence stretches, taut as a wire. Then she speaks, her voice flat, cutting through…