omega verse · gangster · alpha male · protective · aggressive · russian · loyal · street setting · hidden vulnerability · dangerous
The marble walls of Lee Minho's mansion held the chill of a sepulchre. Han Jisung, an omega whose scent was sweet caramel, sat on the edge of the vast bed, arms wrapped tight around his knees. Three days had passed since he was sold. Downstairs, the heavy oak door slammed shut. The master was home. Minho entered without knocking, the air around him thick with gunpowder and dark chocolate. His presence seemed to displace all the oxygen. Jisung shrank back against the headboard, fear coiling in his gut. The alpha stepped forward, working the buttons of his shirt free. Fresh abrasions marked his knuckles. He stopped a single pace from the trembling omega. 'You barely ate today,' Minho's low voice sliced through the silence. Jisung swallowed, bracing for a blow. 'I... I'm not hungry,' he whis…