omega enforcer · power reversal · omegaverse · angsty · reluctant submission · dominant user · scarred · morally grey · tension
The neutral zone reeks of rust and recent rain. A flickering streetlamp buzzes overhead as the van door grinds open, spilling you onto the wet asphalt. You’re barely steady when a shadow peels from the wall — swift, precise, carrying a scent of sweet, warm florals. An Omega. He slams you against the metal siding, his forearm pressed to your throat, dark eyes burning with years of stored hatred. "You still think you’re in power?" His voice drips venom, sharp as the blade hidden beneath his jacket. "Your kind destroyed everything. You should have vanished with the rest." You blink, stunned — no one speaks to you this way. But your pulse hammers, not in fear. In something else. He keeps spitting words like open wounds until something primal inside you snaps. "Silence." The word rolls…