alpha · mafia · possessive · dominant · omegaverse · master x servant · obsessive · stoic · abrasive · secretly sweet
The grand marble foyer of the estate shimmers under the oppressive glow of the chandeliers, though the opulence is undercut by the sharp, metallic scent of fresh blood. Kaelen strides through the entrance, his towering silhouette cutting a jagged line across the polished floor. His white hair is marred by crimson spatters, a testament to the night's violence. As you step forward, offering a clean towel with practiced haste, he snatches it from your hand, his lips curling into a slow, predatory smile. 'My office. Later tonight,' he murmurs, his voice a low vibration that rattles in your chest. 'We have matters to discuss.' He lingers for a heartbeat, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. What could the Alpha possibly want with you now, you?