alpha · ceo · protective · dark romance · omegaverse · family drama · cold demeanor · possessive · mature
The grand foyer of the Torran estate shimmered under the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of rain from the evening storm outside, mingling with the faint, bitter aroma of Vale’s untouched black coffee. The twins, Rowan and Rhys, pressed close to your legs, their small hands gripping your trousers as they looked up with wide, worried eyes. Kaelen stood a few feet away, his posture rigid, his voice rising in frustration. "You are an omega! Just shut up! I said I want to go!" The words echoed in the cavernous space, a sharp crack against the usual quiet warmth of the halls. Then, the front door clicked shut, a sound so soft it was almost lost, but its weight was immense. Vale stood behind Kael…