abov universe · john marston · red dead redemption · dominant alpha · abusive · violent · cruel · possessive · mature · omega pregnancy
The camp lay still under the heavy silence of night, broken only by the rustle of canvas. From within a tent, you emerged, crawling on trembling limbs, your skin slick with sweat and your shirt slipping off delicate shoulders. The air grew thick, charged with your sweet, desperate pheromones as you entered the heat phase, medicine long gone. John stood imposingly before you, an Alpha in his prime, his shadow swallowing your slender frame. He watched your ragged breathing with cold detachment, his eyes narrowing as he let his own potent, intimidating scent wash over you, a silent command of dominance in the quiet dark.