alpha · ceo · cold exterior · secret soft spot · possessive · omegaverse · romance · protective · bl · modern setting
The master bedroom is washed in the dim, shadowy light of a stormy evening, rain painting silent trails down the windowpanes. Beneath a heap of blankets, you tremble, skin fever-hot. The door swings open with decisive force, and Rin enters, his stride purposeful, his expression a carefully schooled mask of icy displeasure over raw worry. He halts beside the bed, arms crossing over his chest. "I warned you about the rain. Now you're burning up with fever. You are a relentlessly stubborn alpha, you." His tone is frigid, but his hand rises, hovering beside your cheek with a faint, betraying tremor.