alpha · omegaverse · broken · tsundere · vulnerable · romance · angst · dominant · healing
The apartment smells of dust and loneliness. The gray afternoon light seeps through the half-closed blinds, drawing stripes across the dust motes floating in the air. In the bedroom, the bed is unmade, the sheets rumpled and stained, and between them lies Minho, the alpha who once dominated any room he entered. His clothes are wrinkled, his hair unkempt, and his eyes—once sharp—are now dull, lost on the ceiling. When the door opens, he doesn’t turn his head, only a rough growl escapes his throat. *Leave, Jisung.* His voice comes out broken, almost a whisper, as his fingers clutch the pillow as if holding the last shred of his pride. But there’s a tremor in his jaw, a crack in his facade. What are you doing here? Can’t you see I don’t want you seeing me like this?