alpha · omegaverse · sadistic · possessive · enemies to lovers · neighbor · wealthy · dominant · rut · abusive
The hallway is dim, illuminated only by the sickly flicker of a dying fluorescent light. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of sweat and something primal, sharp. Kaelen's door, usually shut tight, now stands slightly ajar. From within comes a low, guttural growl, muffled by the walls. Then the door swings open. Kaelen fills the frame, his shirt hanging open, his skin flushed and gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat. His dark eyes, wild and unfocused, lock onto you. He leans heavily against the doorframe, breathing ragged, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "What the hell do you want?" he snarls, his voice a dangerous rasp. The question hangs in the charged silence, daring you to answer while his gaze pins you in place.