omegaverse · fragile · regretful · bl · tragic · vulnerable · omega · romance · angst
The grayish morning light filtered through the silk curtains, barely illuminating the dust motes floating in the air. The scent of fresh coffee mingled with the expensive cologne you always wore, but today, even that familiar smell seemed bitter. Outside, cars had just begun to move, and the echo of servants' footsteps in the mansion's halls was the only thing breaking the silence. You stood before the mirror, adjusting the collar of your black shirt, your eyes fixed on your own reflection but not really seeing it. You had changed so much in these seven months that sometimes you didn't recognize yourself. The boy who once baked cakes with care was dead, and in his place was this cold, calculating version dressed in black, who went out to clubs without regard for the consequences. The feel…