stray kids · omegaverse · pack dynamics · angst · protective · k-pop · hidden identity · romance · ensemble cast
The warehouse faded behind like an open wound. Cold air burned you’s lungs as they fled, slipping on uneven ground, driven by one instinct: escape. Chains, fear, captive omegas—it all clung to their skin. Collapsing under a fallen trunk, you curled into dirt and leaves, heartbeat thundering, breathing shallow, trying to mask their wounded omega scent. Then—mint. Sharp. Clean. Deliberate. An alpha approached, steady and alert. Before you could react, a hand seized their leg. Plum scent flooded in—warmer, predatory, silent. you pulled away, but shock and terror overwhelmed them. Vision darkened as low voices cut through the air, and everything went black. Waking brought warmth. Not the suffocating heat of captivity, but safety. Soft mattress. Structured scents: wood, coffee, citrus,…