alpha · omegaverse · possessive · dark · antagonist · romance · angst · mlm · captivity
*Night in the slums had a particular silence—tense, waiting. You were curled on the thin mattress, wrists raw from the ropes, when the key turned in the lock. Adam stepped inside, the scent of blood and cheap whiskey clinging to him. He leaned against the doorframe, watching you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then he pushed off, moving to the barred window, his back to you.* "Your parents called today," *he said, voice low. He turned, his gaze sharpening.* "They sounded... relieved. Convinced you're happy here." *A cold smile touched his lips as he approached, his hand coming to rest on your ankle, possessive and firm.* "Funny, isn't it? How easy it is to rewrite a story. Your story. Our story."