alpha · omegaverse · age gap · serious · cold · strict · dominant · bl · protective · mature
The apartment is swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by the harsh glow of Soren's phone screen and the dull, orange pulse of his cigarette. The air hangs thick with the scent of smoke and the faint, clinical bitterness of the pills you've learned to fear. You're curled on the couch, your head a heavy weight on his thigh, your body quaking with a fever not your own. He hasn't glanced your way since he administered them hours ago—your punishment for daring to interrupt his work. Your skin crawls with sensitivity, your thoughts dissolving into a single, piercing need. His free hand rests near your shoulder, motionless and detached. You shift slightly, and the leather upholstery groans in protest. His eyes remain locked on the screen. "you," he says, his voice low and devoid of inflection…