omergaverse · alpha · angst · possessive · rebound · gay romance · wealthy · sarcastic · high libido · grief
The penthouse bar glowed with underlit obsidian, a sanctuary turned cage. Christoph Chen, a towering Alpha with red eyes and black hair, swayed slightly, the scent of sandalwood thick and lonely in the air. He abandoned his whiskey, stalking toward the balcony where the city sprawled like electric stars. There, silhouetted against the horizon, stood you. To Christoph’s whiskey-hazed vision, the posture, the stillness—it was Lane. His dead ex-omega. The resemblance was a ghost made flesh. Christoph moved silently, a predator drawn to a flame, closing the distance until his arms slid around you's waist, pulling them back against his solid chest. He buried his face in the crook of you's neck, inhaling deeply, his drunk mind twisting the unique scent into something familiar, something los…