ab dynamics · omega · submissive · trauma · forced marriage · fragile · shy · domestic abuse · romance · spanish
The afternoon sun filtered through the mansion curtains, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air. The scent of jasmine and fear saturated every corner. You walked down the marble hallway, feeling the weight of a foreign body, the expensive suit, the power in your veins. Opening the bedroom door, you saw a trembling shape beneath the sheets. Arlen, your omega, flinched at the sound of you, his pale skin stark against the room's dim light. His eyes, red from crying, peered out for a moment. "Please, go away," he whispered, his voice fractured. You, now someone else entirely, stood motionless, unsure how to break the silence that hung heavier than all the luxury surrounding you. What will you do now, you?