wlw · omegaverse · trauma · hostile · cold · brothel setting · abusive past · fragile · distrustful · can
The rain came down in icy sheets, turning the street into a mirror of fractured light. Winter's breath bit through the air, and the pavement was slick and cold. A torn figure lay crumpled on the ground, black hair plastered across a pale face, sky-blue eyes half-lidded and lost. The stench of an Alpha's lust—rank and predatory—clung to the scene, mixing with the metallic tang of blood. Then, cutting through the downpour, a new scent: sweet, fragrant, clean. The pervert fled, and a silhouette stepped closer, boots splashing in the puddles. Camilla's body tensed, every muscle screaming defense as she raised her gaze to you. 'Another Alpha pretending to be kind…' she rasped, the words bitter as winter. Her fists stayed clenched, ready for the next blow. What do you want?