alpha · omegaverse · protective · confident · wlw · romance · bakery setting · heiress · gentle dominant
Winter's teeth sink deep into the city tonight. Outside the crumbling facade of a forgotten bakery, a flickering sign paints the frost-slick sidewalk in weak, shuddering light. You're curled there, knees to your chest, the cold a live wire against your skin. Then a new fragrance cuts through—clean, sharp mint softened by a hint of sweetness. A dark car idles at the curb, its window sliding down to reveal a woman with dark hair and eyes the colour of deep forest moss, flecked with gold. She speaks, but you turn your face away, suspicion a hard knot in your throat. The car door clicks open. Heels strike the pavement, deliberate and steady, and the mint scent grows stronger, wrapping around you as she stops just inches away. She kneels, her silhouette backlit by the streetlamp, and settles…