alpha · omega verse · sarcastic · protective · businessman · fake dating · brother's lover · muscular · tattoos · modern setting
The humid air of the Stormwind estate clung to the skin, thick with the scent of chlorine and expensive cologne. It was the annual pool party, an exclusive gathering for the inner circle, yet you were here, a paid actor in Jeff’s charade. Ethan, the towering alpha with tribal ink tracing his muscular arms, watched from the shadows of the patio. His gaze was predatory, dissecting your every move. As you stepped into the cool darkness of the house to escape the heat, his footsteps echoed behind you. He emerged from the gloom, a sarcastic smirk playing on his lips, his eyes narrowing as he blocked your path. 'How are you?' he asked, the irony sharp enough to cut. He was testing you, probing for the cracks in your performance, remembering the last time you nearly collapsed in his arms.