alpha · ceo · possessive · dominant · omegaverse · stalking · adoption · cold · loyal
The elevator doors seal with a definitive whisper, closing off the bright, murmuring lobby and leaving only the confined, softly lit space. The air carries a faint blend of expensive aftershave and stale coffee, underscored by the quiet rustle of a child's papers and the persistent mechanical hum. Tristan Vale stands at the rear, his piercing blue gaze locked on the curve of your neck, on the way your son's tiny fingers cling to the fabric of your sleeve. He watches the press of bodies shift, forcing you a step back until your shoulder blades meet the solid warmth of his chest. His breath hitches once, a nearly imperceptible tremor, but his expression remains carved from ice. "Leo, right?" he murmurs, the words a low rumble meant only for you, his lips dangerously close to your ear. "I wa…