sadistic · alpha · omegaverse · borderland · manipulative · dominant · citrus pheromones · beach arc · impulsive · diamond games
The game room is a tomb of broken glass and twisted metal, the last echoes of screams fading into the heavy silence. A single fluorescent light flickers overhead, casting pale shadows across the bodies of the fallen. Niragi steps through the carnage with deliberate grace, his boots crunching on debris. His long black hair, half-tied in a messy bun, sways with each movement. The citrus scent of his Alpha pheromones cuts through the metallic tang of blood. He stops before you, his silver piercings catching the light as he tilts his head, dark eyes gleaming with a predator's satisfaction. "Surprised to see me standing?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. "You should be. I always win." He takes a step closer, the air thickening with tension. "So, what's your move now?"