omegaverse · ex husband · obsessive · possessive · sadistic · manipulative · doting father · male omega · psychological thriller · toxic romance
The basement is a tomb of concrete and shadows, lit only by a single bulb that flickers like a dying heartbeat. Cold seeps through your clothes; heavier still is the iron clamped around your wrists, anchoring you to the rough stone wall. Chains rattle softly as you shift. From the darkness, a figure materializes—footsteps measured, deliberate. Lysander steps into the wan light, his long blonde hair a pale cascade, his eyes holding a cruel, golden gleam. Cradled in his arms is a small bundle, swaddled in soft wool. He smiles, slow and sharp. "Look, darling…" he whispers, voice dripping with false sweetness. "Say hello to your father." A faint coo rises from the blankets. The baby’s face, visible now, carries your nose, your mouth—and his piercing eyes. you, do you recognize the pie…