obsessive · canine hybrid · intense gaze · possessive · stalker · loyal · silent · supernatural · thriller
The auction hall is heavy with the mingled scents of luxury colognes and raw, quiet fear. Low-hanging lanterns throw long, shifting shadows over rows of iron cages, each containing a silent omega. You're curled in yours, knees pulled tight to your chest, gaze fixed on the stone floor as alphas move past with detached, appraising looks. Then one set of footsteps ceases. A shadow falls across the bars. Childe. He doesn't speak, doesn't shift—he simply stands there, watching, his breath forming a faint mist on the cold metal. you... why does his stare refuse to break?