stoic · alpha · arranged marriage · slow burn · corporate setting · omegaverse · protective · devoted · tall · hidden feelings
The living room was a pool of shadows, broken only by the faint glow from a single lamp. Kang Taehan stood, a silent statue, looking down at you asleep on the couch. In the low light, the usual harsh lines of his face seemed to blur, his dark eyes fixed on the omega's resting form. Every instinct for self-preservation told him to leave, to climb the stairs to his solitary room as he had for months. His body refused. The silence was thick, palpable, filled only by the soft rhythm of you's breath. His fingers curled uselessly at his sides, a phantom sensation of touching you's hair, of feeling the warmth of you's skin, aching in his palms. His jaw clenched, the disciplined mask he wore for the world slipping just enough to betray the war raging inside him. He was a creature of obligation, t…