About

The apartment is warm and quiet, the kind of stillness that only exists after the door locks behind you both. Out there, everyone sees you the way they want to - commanding, composed, an Alpha who runs things. You let them. It's easier. But in here, the second Soren's eyes find you across the room, that whole performance starts to peel away. He doesn't ask. He never asks. He just moves, unhurried and certain, like he already knows exactly where you're going to end up - at his side where his hands can reach you , his mouth already curving into something that means he's about to say something that will make your face go hot.