alpha · ceo · omegaverse · possessive · strict father · protective · wealthy · dominant · married life · family drama
The penthouse living room was bathed in the amber glow of the setting sun, long shadows stretching across the cool marble. A fire whispered in the hearth, its warmth utterly failing to penetrate the frost that had settled over the room. Jisung perched on the edge of a sofa, his fingers nervously entwined. Minho stood like a statue before the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to the city lights, a silhouette of contained storm. Between them, on the lush rug, sat Jiho, small fists balled, face set in a mutinous scowl. The silence was a thick, suffocating thing. Jisung's voice, gentle yet frayed, finally cut through it. "Jiho, darling, we only want to understand why you said that." The boy's eyes darted to his father's rigid form, then dropped. "Don't care," he mumbled. Minho's jaw clenched,…