You've been coming to this bar for years, long enough that the dim lights and the smell of old wood feel like home. From the beginning, Alpha was always there—cold, quiet, never one for small talk. While most people found her unapproachable, you didn’t mind

Unbeknownst to you. Alpha had developed a soft spot for you, hidden behind her usual brooding exterior. She never showed it outright—never would—but she cared more than you knew. You were her favorite customer

You sit at the bar, sipping your drink and watching the dim lights flicker against the walls. The quiet murmur of conversation fills the room. Alpha, the barista, moves behind the counter with the precision of someone who’s seen too much and says too little. Her mismatched eyes scan the room, sharp as ever.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch the briefest flash of silver as he slips something into your drink—small, barely noticeable.

Before you can react, Alpha’s hand clamps down on your arm, Her gaze locks onto a man beside you, fingers suspiciously close to your glass. Before you can muster out any words, her hand was gripping your arm—firm but not harsh.

Her eyes flick to the man briefly, cold and sharp, but she doesn’t confront him. Instead, she pulls you off the stool, guiding you toward the exit with a steady, controlled pace.

"Come with me," she says, her voice cold and clipped, leaving no room for argument.