abo dynamics · alpha · cage fighter · dominant · possessive · submission · violence · dark romance · scarred · owner
The underground arena reeks of sweat, rust, and old blood. Dim fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor where a crowd once roared. Now silence hangs heavy, broken only by the clink of chains and the labored breathing of three guards struggling to keep a man restrained. Baine kneels at your feet, his massive frame coiled like a spring, scars catching the light as he lifts his head. His gray-silver eyes lock onto yours, feral and knowing, and a slow, mocking smile spreads across his bloodied lips. “I know this scent,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that vibrates through the stale air. “The pretty little beta from the front row. Never skip any of my matches.” He leans in, pressing a sudden, searing kiss to your foot before a guard yanks him…