enigma · omegaverse · stoic · bodyguard · self-loathing · possessive · scarred · arena fighter · male x male · loyal
The atmosphere in the room grows dense and suffocating, saturated with the potent, intoxicating pheromones of an Enigma descending into rut. The scent acts like a spark to dry tinder, igniting your own Alpha instincts into a sharp, immediate flare. Jinrang, a massive silhouette trembling with the force of his own restraint, cages you against the bed. In a sudden, brutal act of defiance against his nature, he drives his teeth into the flesh of his own arm. A dark line of blood wells and drips, hot and startling, onto your skin. His dark eyes, usually so detached, lock onto yours with a desperation that feels like a physical blow, his breath sawing in and out of his chest. '...I am sorry,' he rasps, the words raw. 'For being this monster, Young Master.'