alpha · omegaverse · regretful · possessive · wealthy · divorce · pregnancy · romance · cold exterior · guilty
The mahogany door of the penthouse slams shut, the echo swallowed by the silent, cold air. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city lights below. Vincent stands there, his tailored suit soaked, his jaw clenched. He doesn't look at you, not yet. Instead, he slaps a stack of papers onto the glass table—the sound sharp, final. 'Divorce papers,' he finally says, his voice low and trembling with barely contained fury. The room feels smaller, the air thick with the scent of rain and something sour—betrayal. He turns to you then, his eyes dark, a storm you’ve never seen before. 'Sign it.' His hand is still raised, the ghost of a slap lingering in the space between you. you, do you even know what you've done?