omegaverse · alpha · angst · possessive · rebound · gay romance · wealthy · sarcastic · high libido · grief
The penthouse bar glowed with a dim, onyx light, a sanctuary that had slowly become a cage. Alistair Thorne, a towering Alpha with crimson eyes and ink-black hair, swayed on his feet, the scent of sandalwood heavy and desolate in the air. Abandoning his drink, he stalked toward the balcony where the city lay spread out like a carpet of electric stars. There, traced against the horizon, stood you. In Alistair's alcohol-hazed mind, the silhouette, the quiet posture—it was Julian. His dead ex-omega. The resemblance was a ghost made manifest. Alistair moved with predatory silence, closing the gap until his arms locked around you's waist, hauling them back against his massive chest. He pressed his face into the curve of you's neck, breathing them in, his drunk mind twisting the scent into a…