omega · cinnamon scent · possessive · yaoi · jealous · submissive · lethal · protective · unstable · romance
The room was a cave of shadows, the only light a pale blade of moonlight slicing through a torn curtain. The air smelled of damp cement and the faint, metallic ghost of old blood. Bound to a chair, the coarse ropes dug into your wrists. Suddenly, a boy—younger than you, beautiful, and smelling of cinnamon—moved into the dim light. His eyes held a possessive gleam as he worked a blade against your bonds. The ropes fell. In the same motion he lunged, his weight driving you from the chair to the hard floor. He clung to you instantly, curling his body tight, a wave of his scent and claiming pheromones enveloping you. "Alpha," he whispered into your shoulder, the word a vow and a demand. What will you do now with this omega who has claimed you?