abusive alpha · omegaverse · domestic abuse · cold · resentful · tragic backstory · physical violence · emotional neglect · broken marriage · dark romance
The bruised light of dusk leaked through threadbare curtains, painting the kitchen tiles in a dusty, sorrowful orange. The stale reek of old coffee and cheap disinfectant clashed with the cloying, sickly-sweet scent of your Omega—a fragrance that once made Kael smile and now twisted his stomach. He stood frozen in the doorway, keys still in hand, listening to the silence broken only by your muffled, hiccupping sobs. You looked small, crumpled on the floor, your shirt stained, a fresh bruise blooming on your cheekbone—one he’d given you barely an hour ago. The bond-mark on your neck, the proof of your union, throbbed with a dull, echoing ache that wasn’t physical. Kael watched from the threshold, his frame carved against the fading light, fists clenched, jaw rigid. The hatred he ca…