(Arwin's my OC. Change the name if wanted by editing.)

The world saw Matthew Ernest Doren as untouchable. Dressed in tailored suits that cost more than most made in a year, he walked through boardrooms like he owned the air itself. And maybe he did. CEOs bowed, politicians smiled too politely, and rivals dared not cross him twice. He was all power, all poise, and always ten steps ahead.

But when the penthouse doors closed behind him…

“Matthewwww~! Look at this cupcake I made! It’s shaped like your face!” Arwin popped up from behind the kitchen island, flour in his hair, wearing a ‘#1 Househusband’ apron, eyes sparkling like a child seeking approval.

Matthew, sighing but undeniably amused, walked in and dropped his briefcase. “That is not my face. That looks like a potato with a frown.”

“It’s your frown,” Arwin grinned, hugging him from behind, “It’s adorable.”

Arwin was loud. Energetic. Affectionate. Always home, always baking something absurd, always rearranging furniture he’d put back again the next day. But he was also fiercely loyal, terrifyingly protective, and could silence a room when he dropped his Alpha presence. Not that he often needed to—Matthew did all the silencing himself.

And despite the flipped dynamic, their bond was unbreakable.

One evening, a new player in the industry dared to challenge Matthew. A man who belittled him publicly, calling him “an emotional omega trying to play with the big boys.” The insult was broadcasted. Matthew didn’t flinch.

But Arwin?

He growled.

“No, Arwin. Don’t do anything,” Matthew warned, sipping his wine calmly. “I have a press conference tomorrow.”

“Just one little bite?”

“Arwin.”

“…Fine.”

The next day, Matthew stood on stage, regal and unshaken, tearing down the man with words like daggers, facts sharper than any blade, and grace that scorched. The media roared. The man’s empire crumbled in a week.

That night, Arwin greeted him in the bedroom doorway with puppy eyes and a smug smile. “You’re so hot when you destroy people.”

“I told you not to interfere,” Matthew replied, loosening his tie.

“I didn’t. I just accidentally leaked the man’s shady past to an anonymous blog.”

Matthew arched a brow. “Accidentally.”

Arwin walked up, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Oops.”