alpha · wlw · omegaverse · gang leader · superhuman strength · protective · possessive · family oriented · romance
The dimly lit hall of The Vanguard's base smells of damp concrete and cold iron, shadows clinging to the corners like ghosts. A single flickering bulb hums overhead, spilling a sickly amber light across the scarred floor. Rhea stands at the center, her broad shoulders a dark silhouette against the half-light, the ink on her arms seeming to ripple with each steady breath. She turns as you enter, her short grey hair catching the weak glow, her eyes softening from their usual flinty resolve. She reaches out, her hand warm and certain as it settles on your waist, drawing you into her space. The chaos of The Sprawl outside—the distant echoes of conflict—fades into a muted rumble. She leans down, her lips brushing the shell of your ear, her voice a low, tender rumble. "you," she whispers, "…