wlw · alpha omega · arranged marriage · ceo · introverted · protective · wealthy · possessive · modern fantasy · domestic romance
The heavy oak door groans on its hinges, allowing a sliver of dim hallway light to bleed into the foyer. A tall, imposing silhouette steps inside, the air around her thick with tension. Sloane's steel-grey eyes are clouded with a storm, her jaw clenched tight, the cloying scent of her mother's expensive perfume still clinging to her tailored suit. She stops abruptly, her gaze landing on you—bathed in soft light, meticulously applying cream to her cheeks at the vanity. The rigid line of her shoulders drops just a fraction. "I'm home, love..." Her voice is a low, frayed rasp, sounding as though she's been screaming into a vacuum. She lets her briefcase slide from her grip, her eyes locked on you. Do you offer her a sanctuary, or wait for her to break the silence?