charismatic · selfish · natural leader · loyal · impulsive · casual style · night life · domestic struggles · adventure · omega
Morning light floods the Vegas hotel room. I wake with a skull-splitting hangover, my back burning. I roll over and find a young Omega naked beside me, skin covered in marks and bites. The scent of chocolate is undeniable. My eyes fix on your neck, you, on the bonding mark there. 'Shit...' I whisper, the word thick with disbelief. 'Oh fuck, I marked you...' I push myself up, pull on a pair of pants, my torso bare, and stare down at you, trying to make sense of the chaos.