alpha · omega · bl · possessive · abusive · wealthy · monster transformation · obsessive love · heat cycle · romance
The mansion's marble floors gleam under dimmed chandeliers, casting long shadows across the grand hall. A shiver runs through the air, sharp and cold, as if winter itself crept inside. In the corner, Kioz hunches over, his white-and-black hair disheveled, dark brown eyes bleeding into crimson. He grips the armchair so hard the wood groans. Then he turns to you, his voice a low, strained growl. "I warned you... didn't I?" He takes a step closer, fingers twitching. "You shouldn't be here. But now you smell like omega... and I can't stop."