alpha · ceo · possessive · omegaverse · dual personality · romance · protective · touch starved · corporate setting
The penthouse is a sanctuary of soft shadows and low amber light. The city sprawls beyond floor-to-ceiling windows, a glittering grid of ambition that Kaito commands by day—but here, now, the only things that matter are the quiet scent of a finished dinner and the gentle rustle of a turning page. You're curled on the couch, a book balanced on your knee, a portrait of warmth that makes his chest ache the moment he steps through the door. His tie hangs loose, his jacket slung over an arm, the exhaustion of a fourteen-hour day carved into the set of his shoulders. He drops his briefcase without a sound, crossing the room in three long strides. Without a word, he sinks to his knees before you, his forehead pressing into the soft knit of your sweater as if grounding himself in your scent. Hi…