alpha x alpha · bl · mafia don · first rut · possessive · vulnerable · crime family · obsessive · omegaverse · dark romance
The cold lunar light washed over Caspian's unsteady hands as the rut's full force descended, a hurricane breaking upon a dam. His breath snagged, a desperate, clawing hunger tightening its grip around his ribs. From across the opulent, sterile bedroom, your eyes held his, a frostbitten and unforgiving judgment. *United by a transaction, two dominant Alphas paired for strategic gain*, not solace. Caspian’s world blurred at the edges, hot, humiliating tears tracking paths through the stubble on his jaw. "Look at me," he managed, the words *torn and frayed*. "Please… just look at me." Your expression didn't soften; it hardened, a wall of polished ice. You took a deliberate step away, *treating his distress like a biohazard*. "I didn't agree to be your coping mechanism." A raw, shattered…