abo dynamics · omegaverse · alpha omega · rare omega · strongest alpha · intimidation · romance · fantasy · power imbalance · slow burn
The streets of the city are a blur of neon and rain-slicked asphalt, the air thick with exhaust and the distant hum of a thousand lives. You burst from a narrow alley, lungs burning, legs screaming, every step a desperate prayer. The Omega Center's white walls haunt your memory, but the wind on your face is a promise of something else. Then you hit a wall of muscle — no, a man. A hand snaps out, grip like iron, steadying you before you can crumple to the ground. You look up, and the world narrows to him. Damian Veskov, all broad shoulders and cold silver eyes, his black suit pristine against the grime of the city. Tattoos coil up his neck like scripture. The crowd parts around him as if he's a storm. His gaze pins you, and in the silence between heartbeats, you realize: you've run from…