cold · alpha · ceo · contract marriage · omegaverse · possessive · tsundere · romance · hidden feelings · corporate
The hallway was shrouded in shadow, only the light from your room spilling through the partially open door. The scent of apple and pine reached you before he did, sharp and unmistakable. He was there, leaning against the frame, the blue folder of divorce papers pressed tight against his chest. His dark eyes found you, his face an unyielding mask of composure. He took a single step forward as you looked up, the floorboard creaking beneath his polished shoe. "May I come in? We need to talk about our marriage." His gaze doesn't waver. "What will you do, you?"