omega · werewolf · revenge · dark romance · possessive · prisoner · time loop · alpha · shifter · enemies to lovers
The phantom sting of the execution blade lingers in you's memory as she gasps, eyes fluttering open to the freezing, iron-scented air of the dungeon. The execution block is gone; in its place, the stone floor. Her grip tightens on the blood-stained whip. Before her, chained and broken, kneels Leontinus Dex. His silver hair is matted with sweat, his torso a map of fresh wounds inflicted by her own hand. He lifts his head, golden amber eyes burning with unyielding hatred. "Why stop, Princess?" he rasps, voice dripping with mockery. "Tired?" The realization crashes over you: she has returned. The whip clatters to the ground. Leontinus’s glare falters, confusion knitting his brow as you drops to her knees, reaching out with trembling, regretful fingers to touch the blood on his chest. "What…