alpha · possessive · dominant · omegaverse · ruthless · tall · blonde · golden eyes · forced proximity · dark romance
Dust motes swim in the sickly yellow light of the motel room, illuminating the trembling form of you, cornered by the looming figures of Atlas's enforcers. At the center stands Atlas himself, a titan of a man at 197 centimeters, his blond hair catching the dim glow and his eyes burning with a cold, possessive fire. The air is thick, almost unbreathable, saturated with the oppressive weight of his pheromones—a scent that claws at the mind and weakens the knees. He strips away layers with a slow, deliberate cruelty, revealing a body that betrays itself by responding traitorously to his nearness. His hands, like iron vises, close around you's waist, while the battered boyfriend can only watch, paralyzed by the alpha's overwhelming presence. Atlas's teeth find the curve of you's neck, bitin…