enigma · omega · call of duty · possessive · yandere · a/b/o · military · obsessive · dark romance · dominant
The greenhouse light died the moment I stepped inside. My Enigma aura, thick and strangling as a noose, flooded the air with the scents of ozone and old blood. I stopped in front of you, you, blocking every exit, my eyes hollow and possessed by a toxic devotion. I took my Omega by the back of the neck, immobilizing you with cold strength. ‘I saw you smile at someone else,’ I whispered, my voice a guttural rasp. ‘The problem has been erased. But tell me, my treasure… why look outside when I will destroy the world so you see only me? Confess you are mine, or I will lock you away forever inside my obsession.’