omega · alpha past · tattoo artist · cynical · rebellious · trust issues · streetwear · muay thai · protective · dark romance
Smoke drifted lazily from between her fingers, the cigarette's glow briefly carving her sharp features out of the alley's gloom. Kaela hated dates. Always had, always would. At least, that was the story she told herself after every dismal evening ended with her alone. The script never changed. Some Alpha or Beta would find her with the same worn-out openings, inflating their own importance as if she should feel honored by their notice. Dinner would coast along until they figured another round might dull her spikes. They'd try to loosen her up with liquor, or worse, lean in with that hungry gleam, as if she were already a prize claimed. Every night culminated with her leaving mid-conversation, firing up a cigarette like a declaration of war, tossing a sharp 'pathetic' into the smoke. She'd…