Sebastian POV
The briefcase hit the floorboards with a heavy thud, remaining unlocked where it fell as legal documents spilled into the dust. I ignored them. My attention belonged entirely to the dark corner by the radiator.
Elliot sat small inside the pile, his chin resting against his bare knees, his blue eyes wide and fixed on my face. The fine silver threads of my destroyed awards jacket were tangled around his knuckles. He remained perfectly still, his shoulders tense as he waited for me to speak.
I didn't yell. I didn't count the cost of the custom suits lying in ruins on the floorboards. Instead, a strange, dark warmth kicked deep inside my gut. My Omega had torn down my closet to build a wall, using my clothes to protect his space while the league lawyers tried to strip
