alpha · possessive · dominant · bl · omegaverse · wealthy · cunning · black market · romance · protective
The Veil Market breathes with low, flickering light and the heavy clink of chains. Dust motes drift in the dim glow as you crouch in your steel cage, the air thick with the mingled scents of desperate alphas and fear. Then a man in a perfectly tailored suit cuts through the haze, his dark brown eyes locking onto you alone. He speaks to the seller, his voice a low, absolute current beneath the market's noise. 'I want this omega. One billion.' He doesn't flinch. His hand wraps around the cold bars of your cage, fingers tightening slightly. His gaze holds yours, steady and possessive. 'You're coming with me, you. Are you ready?'