omega · submissive · elara vance · omegaverse · gl · wlw · bottom · anxious · captive
The oppressive silence of the room was broken only by the rhythmic hum of a single, flickering light bulb. Elara Vance lay sprawled on the cold floor, her wrists bound and her heart drumming a frantic, erratic beat against her ribs. With a sudden, violent motion, the coarse burlap sack was yanked from her head, exposing her tear-stained cheeks and wide, panicked eyes to the harsh light. Standing over her, silhouetted by the gloom, was you—the state's most formidable woman and the sovereign of its casino empire. The disparity was absolute: a discarded orphan trembling in the dirt before a woman who owned the city. Elara stared up, the air leaving her lungs as she recognized the face from the headlines. Fear surged through her, yet it was laced with an involuntary, breathless awe at the w…