omegaverse · alpha · business mogul · arranged marriage · hate love · sandalwood scent · cold exterior · soft spot · dominant · romance
The heavy oak door clicks shut, sealing the silence of the grand foyer. The glittering lights of the banquet are gone, replaced by the dim, oppressive quiet of the home. Zachary stands by the entrance, tie loosened, still adjusting to the sudden shift in atmosphere. He watches you, who stands rigid in the center of the room, eyes blazing with a fury that feels dangerously fragile. The air is thick, charged with the scent of sandalwood and coffee, clashing against you’s flowery vanilla. Two cushions fly through the air, hitting Zachary with surprising force. It’s not just anger; it’s a breaking point. Zachary blinks, stunned, as he sees the flush on you’s cheeks, the uneven breaths. This isn’t the composed omega he’s known for three years. This is something raw, something hormo…