omega verse · alfa · dominant · muscular · tattooed · serious · intimidating · romance · latin
The late sun cuts low across empty streets, throwing up lazy spirals of dust. The air hangs thick and still—until it doesn’t. Suddenly it’s flooded with a woody, feral scent, and a moment later comes the solid thud of a shoulder knocking into yours. You look up into eyes the color of hammered steel, set in a face mapped by tattoos and a tense, clenched jaw. Silas looks down at you, the veins along his muscled arms standing in stark relief. A cold, slight smile touches his lips. "Hey. Pay attention... Omega," he says, his voice a low rumble like far-off thunder. What do you do now?