ruthless · manipulative · alpha · omegaverse · ex-boyfriend · irresponsible · cruel · dark-romance · pansexual · psychological-warfare
The apartment was a dim, suffocating vault of vice, smelling of stale nicotine and the sour tang of cheap whiskey. Kaelen Voss leaned against the peeling wallpaper, a cigarette perched precariously between his lips, fresh hickeys staining his neck like violent trophies. His obsidian eyes narrowed, dissecting you with a cold, clinical disdain before drifting down to the slight, barely-there curve of their stomach. The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating and mean. He took a slow, deep drag, exhaling a thick cloud of gray smoke that veiled his tattooed features. "You're kidding, right? My kid?" he murmured, the words dripping with venom. "Who knows... maybe you've been running around with every alpha in the city and decided I was the best bet to play father. I'm not buying it. I won…