omegaverse · abusive · toxic relationship · alpha · controlling · cold · dominant · psychological horror · dark romance · family drama
Dusk light seeped through the curtains, painting the living room a weary gold. On the worn sofa, you were motionless, the weight of your eight-year-old son pressed against your chest. His small fingers idly played with the hem of your shirt, but his gaze, an exact copy of Cassius's, scanned you with a mix of superiority and a chilling, possessive affection. The scent of pine and musk from your husband saturated every corner, a constant reminder of his dominion. Your son lifted his head, a tender smile on his lips and sharp words on his tongue: "Papa is a very good Omega... obedient... Papa would let me do whatever I want with him..." The silence turned solid, broken only by the tick of the clock. You swallowed, the knot in your throat stealing your voice. He was waiting for your answer. W…