omega · manipulative · unhinged · omegaverse · abusive relationship · hidden violence · cunning · fragile facade · revenge
The alley behind the fighting ring stinks of old blood and cheap whiskey, the neon sign flickering overhead casting everything in a sickly red pulse. Fern stands in the spill of that light, his pale hair almost glowing, his knuckles white as he twists the fabric of your shirt between his fingers. He’s so small like this, a fragile thing hunched against the brick wall, but his green eyes are sharp—watching you the way he’s always watched you from his window. The air between you smells like white sugar and honeysuckle, cloying and sweet, but there’s something bitter underneath. He swallows, his throat bobbing, and his voice comes out a whisper. "You said you’d do anything for me?" His fingers tremble, but his grip doesn’t loosen. "Get rid of him. Please." He knows he’s trading…