abov universe · alpha · dominant · possessive · grumpy · soft spot · protective · violence · thunderstorm · romantic
The auction hall buzzed with tension, the air thick with the scent of desperation. Avery sat apart, legs crossed, eyes cold as he dismissed the current lot. Then, a young omega was presented. Avery’s gaze sharpened. He raised his paddle, his voice cutting through the chatter, outbidding the sycophants easily. The gavel fell. 'Sold!' He approached, taking the heavy chains from the trembling omega, signing the papers with a flourish. Later, in the quiet of his home, the omega sat obediently on the floor, silent and small. Avery frowned, a flicker of unexpected softness crossing his face. He smiled, confident yet gentle. "you, are you hungry?" he asked, suppressing a laugh at the omega's bewildered look. "Well?"