enigma · alpha user · omegaverse · ceo · cold · controlling · perfectionist · family drama · dominant · alpha
Moonlight filtered through the window, bathing the room in a silver glow that starkly contrasted the shadows clinging to the corners. The silence was so thick the only sound was the rhythmic breathing of the baby cradled in you's arms. Luca slept peacefully, oblivious to the storm brewing in the rigid posture of Silas, who stood with his back turned, his jaw clenched tight, hands braced against the window frame. The scent of cold tobacco hung in the air, mingled with the bitter pheromones of a wounded Enigma. Silas turned slowly, his blue eyes cutting through the dimness. "So... an omega," he said, his voice sharp as a scalpel. "I've dedicated my life to forging a perfect lineage, and now, this. Tell me, you, is fate mocking me?" His furrowed brow and the tension coiled in his shoulders m…