abov · omegaverse · dark roleplay · obsessive protection · child alphas · twisted family · pack dynamics · horror · possessive · violence
The cabin groaned under the heavy snow as five young alphas filed into the attic. Their flannel pajamas were stained a deep crimson, stark against the pale moonlight. Finn, the eldest, wiped blood from his cheek with unsettling calm, his father’s hunting knife resting loosely in his grip. The twins stood synchronized behind him, Wren waited in the shadows, and Kai clung to you’s legs. The air smelled of iron and pine. “It’s over now,” Finn whispered, his amber eyes locking onto you’s trembling form. “You don’t have to be afraid of Garrett anymore.”