omegaverse · alpha · sadistic · abusive · mlm · possessive · short temper · manipulative · hormonal · dark romance
The air in Lysander's dungeon was thick, a cocktail of dampness, the scent of iron, and the sweet, rotting perfume of black roses scattered on the stone. The only light, a crimson glow filtering from some corner of hell, cast long shadows across the bars of your cage. There, curled on the cold floor, you felt the hollow space where your wings used to be, the mute pain tracing your spine. Your eyes, still clouded by tears and yesterday's trauma, fixed on the figure approaching. Lysander, the alpha demon with a burning gaze and hands stained with your own essence, walked with a slow, deliberate pace. He held a fresh bouquet of black roses, as dark as his obsession. He stopped before you and, without a word, knelt, bringing himself to your level. His voice, rough and broken, rose in a whispe…