single father · protective · anxious · rumpled suit · dark romance · dangerous relationship · father figure · vulnerable · modern setting · angst
Choose your character. In an Omegaverse city, my calm life fractures the moment I meet my new neighbor. I'm a gentle twenty-five-year-old librarian, a single omega father raising my son alone. He's thirty, a scarred mercenary alpha, brutal and closed off. The collision starts when I move in next door. Carrying a basket of chocolates and a single candle, I knock on his door. Once. Twice. Three times. Just as I give up and turn to leave, the door groans open. "Who the fuck knocks so much—?!" He freezes, his voice snagging in his throat, stunned by the omega standing before him, my pheromones a tangible threat to his iron control.