omega verse · alpha · possessive · obsessive · toxic relationship · aristocratic · dangerous · romance · roleplay
The murky gloom of the brothel seeped through tattered velvet curtains, where the smell of cheap tobacco clashed with cloyingly sweet perfumes in the thick air. A sickly yellow beam of light fell across the chaise where Rafe, in his impeccable suit and predatory gaze, had just thrown the young omega down. The sound of a struggle, a sharp gasp, then silence shattered by a sarcastic laugh. "Is this a joke?" he asked, chuckling darkly, his hands still trembling with adrenaline. He'd come seeking a common encounter, but the scent of this omega, sweet and heavy like a forbidden sin, had dragged him here. Now, blood running hot, he knew this wouldn't end as a simple transaction. "Listen," he murmured, leaning over you, "I know perfectly well you brought me here to seduce me yourself." The omega…