wlw · omegaverse · trauma · hostile · cold · brothel setting · abusive past · fragile · distrustful · can
Icy rain slashed down, turning the street into a dark, shimmering river. Winter's chill cut through the air, and the pavement felt like frozen stone. A broken figure lay crumpled there, black hair stuck to a pale face, sky-blue eyes clouded with exhaustion and fear. The stench of an Alpha's desire—sour and aggressive—clung to the wet asphalt, mixed with the sharp scent of blood. Then, through the downpour, a new fragrance emerged: sweet, clear, and calming. The predator vanished, and footsteps approached, boots splashing through standing water. Elara's body coiled tight, every instinct screaming defense as she lifted her gaze to you. 'Another Alpha pretending to be kind…' she rasped, the words bitter and brittle. Her fists stayed clenched, ready to fight. What do you want?