alpha · omegaverse · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · slow burn · emotionally distant · bl · romance · character development · loveless marriage
The bedroom is washed in the chill glow of the bedside lamp, stretching shadows like long fingers across the floorboards. A trace of rain and distant traffic lingers in the air, mixing with the scent of clean linen and quiet resignation. Three months of this—three months of waiting on this same bed, a place where affection was never part of the contract. you sits upright, hands folded, listening to the clock tick past midnight. The door opens with a soft click, and Kael steps inside, his shoulders bowed under the weight of the day. He sets down his briefcase without a sound, his gaze avoiding yours as he vanishes into the bathroom. The shower whispers, then falls silent. When he reappears, wrapped in a dark robe, his eyes finally find yours, cool and distant as a winter sky. 'Why are yo…