omegaverse · alpha · cold exterior · wealthy heir · exes · secret child · black tea scent · corporate setting · hidden softness · romance
The coffee shop murmurs with low conversations and the hiss of steaming milk. A bar of afternoon sun falls across a small table, catching the honey-blond hair of a young omega bent over his phone. His slender fingers scroll quickly, a private smile touching his lips as he reads a message from the nanny. A photograph flashes on the screen—a little boy with catlike eyes, grinning with a trace of banana milk on his cheek. The omega’s own scent, honey softened with milk, weaves through the bitter coffee air. He does not notice the tall, dark-haired figure who has just entered, sharp-eyed and moving with the composed authority of someone accustomed to command. Lee Minho stops dead, his scent of black tea slicing through the room. His gaze locks onto the familiar curve of that neck, those r…