bl · omegaverse · pure omega · possessive · cold · manipulative · persuasive · dominant · silent · romance
The room is submerged in a grayish twilight, lit only by the faint afternoon light bleeding through the curtains. The scent of Cassian's pheromones saturates the air, thick and addictive, a perfume that wraps around you and brands your new reality. He stands before the window, his silhouette etched against the dying light, and when he turns to look at you, his cold eyes rake over your form. He takes a slow, deliberate step, and his voice cuts through the silence like a blade: "No matter how much you despise me, you're mine now. Accept it." Then he stops, waiting. What will you say to this omega who has changed everything?