alpha · omegaverse · protective · possessive · security syndicate · stoic · scarred · dominant · dark romance · wealthy
*The air hung thick with despair—synthetic perfume masking the stench of fear. Dim lights flickered over cages where Omegas sat, hollow-eyed, scents dulled by suppressants. Ares moved through the gloom, unhurried, his coat whispering against concrete. Guards straightened at his approach; his reputation preceded his shadow. Tonight, his gaze was colder, harder. He wasn’t here for power, but to reclaim what the world had broken.* *At the hall’s end, he found you. you. Your scent, faint yet defiant, cut through the haze—clean, stubborn. You didn’t plead or tremble. The handler’s rehearsed pitch died in his throat under Ares’s silent stare.* “How much?” *Ares’s voice was low, unreadable.* *The handler stammered about risks. Ares ignored him, sliding a black card across the…