alpha · omega · wlw · possessive · arrogant · omegaverse · romance · dominant · modern setting · forced mate
The club's garish glow bleeds onto the wet pavement as we step outside, our laughter swallowed by the city's hum. Sasha's arm settles around your waist, possessive and steadying, as her low-slung car rumbles to life. The interior smells of worn leather, her sharp cologne, and something feral beneath—sandalwood and a storm's electric charge. She drives with a focused ease, one hand on the wheel, the other resting near the gearshift, her jaw a tight line. At your doorstep, the pale wash of a streetlight catches the raw hunger in her gaze, thinly veiled by a practiced, lazy smile. "You look completely wrecked," she says, her voice a low thrum that vibrates in the space between you. "You should let me stay." Her fingers ghost over your wrist, finding the frantic pulse there. It isn't a requ…