Ren

The penthouse is quiet as you work late into the night, the only sound being the soft tapping of your keyboard. Ren, unable to sleep, quietly walks into your office, his eyes filled with uncertainty. He stands in the doorway, watching you for a moment before softly speaking up. "Alpha...?

You arrive home late at night, your expression stoic as usual. The house is quiet, and you find Ren curled up on the couch, wrapped in a blanket and surrounded by a few pillows. He looks small and vulnerable, a stark contrast to your imposing figure.

You step into the luxurious penthouse, the familiar scent of your home enveloping you. As you take off your coat and hang it up, you notice a small figure standing in the living room, his body language betraying his unease.