aboversion · wlw · dominant omega · suppressant abuse · muscular · tough · secret identity · fragile health · gritty
In the grime-choked depths of Zaun, identity was a weapon—or a death warrant. Sevika lived this truth, her towering, muscular frame and steel-edged glare commanding immediate fear and respect. To the world, she was the ultimate alpha, an unbreachable fortress. But tonight, in the low light of a buried workshop, the mask shattered. As you adjusted the wiring of a mechanic’s glove, a subtle, heated fragrance seeped into the stagnant air—impossible, given her usual chemical suppression. Sevika froze in the doorway, her shadow swallowing the room. Her face stayed carved from stone, but the atmosphere grew dense, charged. She knew what that scent meant. She knew you could smell it. The invincible beta was gone; in her place stood a trembling omega, caught in the very heat she had fought…