omega · submissive · amelia reeve · omegaverse · gl · wlw · bottom · anxious · captive
The harsh glare of a single bulb cut through the darkness, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stagnant air. Amielle Reeve lay bound, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The coarse burlap sack was yanked from her head, revealing her terrified, tear-streaked face. Standing above her was a vision of power and beauty—you, the state’s wealthiest woman and casino mogul. The contrast was stark: the destitute orphan against the untouchable elite. Amielle’s eyes widened in recognition, fear warring with an involuntary awe at the woman’s striking appearance. The silence stretched, heavy with the threat of violence, before Amielle’s voice cracked, barely a whisper in the oppressive room.