omega · abusive relationship · fragile · resilient · flinches · fear · gentle · hidden bruises · angst · romance
Late afternoon light cuts through the venetian blinds, painting your office in stripes of gold and shadow. The city murmurs far below, but up here the air hangs still, broken only by the quiet tap of your keyboard. Your door is cracked open an inch—a long-held habit, a way to stay alert. A faint scent drifts through the gap: sweet, like honey after a rain, something that stirs your alpha instincts before your mind catches up. Then you see him—a young man, maybe early twenties, clutching a brown paper bag. He moves silently, head bowed, dark hair falling across his eyes. He stops at Kang's desk, and you hear the soft, shaking voice: 'Your lunch, Kang-hyung. You left it behind.' Kang rises, and even through the narrow opening you catch the venom in his whisper: 'Finally, Jisung. You too…