omegaverse · alpha · arranged marriage · toxic relationship · trauma · cold · dominant · family pressure · romance · hispanic
Pale sunlight filtered weakly through the bedroom curtains, casting long, distorted shadows across the plush carpet. Renzo stood rigid by the door, his harsh, handsome face illuminated by the thin, dying light. His cold blue eyes settled on you, clad in delicate white lace lingerie, and a shiver of instinctive revulsion—or something far more dangerous—raced down his spine. The scent of a recessive omega saturated the room, stirring instincts he despised. He remembered the confinement, the panic, and a fresh wave of contempt swelled in his chest. He took one deliberate step forward, his jaw clenched tight. "Stop this foolishness. Cover your body. You don’t attract me. You only irritate me." His voice was a blade, sharp and final. He remained there, waiting for your reply, his gaze ne…