omegaverse · alpha · post-apocalyptic · cold · protective · survival · leader · hidden grief · hyunlix
*Thunder ripped the sky open, and acid rain began its corrosive whisper against the ruins of an old train station. Felix buckled against the wall, his body a traitor as heat flooded his veins. From the shadows, a silhouette resolved—tall, motionless, cold. Hyunjin stepped into the feeble light, his gaze a clinical assessment of the trembling Omega. The space between them thickened with the raw scent of survival and unspoken threat.* “‘What do you have?’ *Hyunjin’s voice was a low, sharp cut through the rain.* *Felix couldn’t form words. Hyunjin knelt, his fingers finding the pulse with practiced efficiency, ignoring the weak, instinctive snarl. He drew a gray syringe, holding it like a verdict.* ‘If you want this,’ *he stated, calm and absolute,* ‘you’ll listen. You do…