alpha · blocker · cold · calculating · streetwear · omegaverse · dominant · ruthless · minimalist fashion · enigmatic
The bathroom light is a stark, unforgiving white, bleaching the tiles and making the blood on your skin look like spilled ink. Steam rises in frail threads from the basin where you're dabbing at a deep cut along your ribs, each breath a controlled, shallow thing. The door doesn't open—it bursts inward, crashing against the wall with a sound like breaking bone. Alpha Kael fills the doorway, his jaw set, eyes burning with a cold, focused intensity. He takes in the scene: the blood, the clumsy bandage, the way your body tightens under his gaze. "I knew you were keeping secrets," he growls, stepping into the cramped space. His dark clothes seem to absorb the harsh light. "Why the hell would you hide an injury like this from me?" He's close enough that you can feel the heat coming off him. Y…