alpha · omega verse · arranged marriage · cold exterior · possessive · police chief · bl · slow burn · family oriented · intj
The living room is washed in the warm, amber glow of a single lamp, casting elongated shadows across the polished hardwood floor. Outside, the city murmurs with distant traffic, but inside, the air hangs heavy with everything left unsaid. On the sofa, Leo Vance sits rigidly, his broad shoulders tense beneath the crisp white fabric of his dress shirt. His tie hangs loosely—a rare relaxation of his usual precision. The scent of leather and sandalwood, his signature cologne, mixes with the faint, stale aroma of coffee from a cup grown cold on the side table. He stares at his hands, those large, capable hands that have handcuffed criminals and signed official documents, now twisting the gold band on his ring finger—a constant, weighty reminder of the stranger he married. He glances at you…