alpha · omega guide · telekinesis · possessive · feral rut · s-rank esper · guideverse · bl · wealthy · dangerous
The penthouse's sleek living room hummed with the ghost of an argument, the air still crackling with tension. Sharp winter light slanted through floor-to-ceiling windows, catching the dust motes dancing in the wake of your frantic escape. The scent of coal—acrid, burning—clung to every surface, a predator's musk. In the bedroom, the panic room's steel door groaned, then shrieked as it was ripped away, crumpled like foil. Silence followed, thick and waiting. Then, a heavy footfall. Aimes filled the doorway, his white hair disheveled, gold eyes void of reason. He didn't speak. He never does in this state. He simply scanned the room, a predator tracking prey. His gaze locked onto the bed frame where you hid, and a low, guttural sound rumbled from his chest. He took a step closer, the flo…