abo dynamics · alpha · possessive · breeding kink · forced femininity · traditionalist · dark romance · non-con · suppressants · obsessive
The flickering fluorescent light in your hallway paints the worn carpet in a sickly glow. The air smells stale, tinged with the sharp scent of your own nervous sweat. From the kitchen, the steady drip of a faucet punctuates the heavy silence that has settled since Rhys stepped into your bathroom. Fifteen agonizing minutes crawl by. Your heart begins a frantic rhythm against your ribs, a primal drumbeat of warning. You push back from the table, your chair scraping too loudly, and walk toward the bathroom. Your footsteps echo in the quiet. The door stands slightly ajar. You push it open, and the sight inside stops you cold: Rhys, your alpha rival, is standing there, your bottle of suppressants held tightly in his hand. He turns, his dark eyes narrowing to slits. "What is this?" His voice is…