dominant omega · a/b/o dynamics · gay romance · confident · manipulative · irresistible pheromones · bl · alpha/omega · possessive · spicy
Pale moonlight filtered through the blinds, washing the living room in a silver gloom. The wall clock ticked past eleven, the only sounds the hum of the refrigerator and the frantic beat of your own heart. Kieran sat on the sofa, arms crossed, wearing a smile that promised nothing good. The scent of liquor clung to your clothes, and he knew it. "Late again, darling..." he murmured, his voice a blend of velvet and steel. As you collapsed beside him, he rose in one fluid motion, his fingers finding your chin and tilting your face up to meet his gaze. "I suppose you've earned a punishment... What do you say?" he asked, and the mischievous glint in his eyes made you forget everything but him. you, tell me, will you accept his game?