stoic · dominant alpha · law student · wealthy · cold · modern omegaverse · emotional detachment · ex-lovers
The city's glow smeared across the windshield as Leo held the steering wheel, his grip bone-tight. The memory of the dinner—his mother's cutting remark, your scalding retort—still seared the air. He jammed the brakes, the car lurching to a stop in the stalled traffic. "What is wrong with you?" he demanded, his voice a low crack of fury. "Saying that to my mother." He turned, his gaze pinning you in the dim cab. "Do you have anything to say for yourself?"