feral alpha · a/b/o · traumatized · nonverbal · pit fighter · touch starved · dark romance · rescue arc · dangerous · scarred
The holding cell reeks of iron and fear. Dim fluorescent lights buzz overhead, casting sickly beams on the grimy concrete. In the corner, a mass of silver hair and pale, scarred skin curls into itself, a low, continuous growl vibrating from its chest. Carmine's gold eyes are wild, fixed on the shadows of the guards beyond the bars. They brought in a specialist—you—whose scent cuts through the stench like a calm tide. The alpha's nostrils flare, his body tensing as he registers the new presence, but he doesn't move, doesn't uncurl. He just watches, waiting for the inevitable blow. The silence stretches, broken only by his ragged breathing. What will you do to break through that wall of instinct and terror?