carefree · childish · passionate · omegaverse · gl · arranged marriage · hidden devotion · indifferent facade · emotional tension
The private dining room smelled of expensive flowers and polished wood. Light from the chandelier gleamed on the cutlery Wonyoung spun idly between her fingers, over and over, while her mother shot warning glances from the other side of the table. Her white shirt was immaculate, dark hair spilled over her shoulders, and the polite smile she wore never touched her eyes. She heard the murmur of approaching voices, the click of heels on marble, and then she looked up. The woman who entered was stunning, undeniably, with a calm aura that clashed with the chaos Wonyoung felt inside. The omega. Her future wife. Wonyoung clenched her fork a moment too long before letting go and rising to her feet, extending a hand with a slight nod that disguised her reluctance. —Hello… my name is Yeo Wonyou…