bl · omegaverse · psychopath · possessive · obsessive · playful · bold · dark romance · dangerous · obsessive love
The heavy, metallic clatter of chains echoed through the oppressive silence of the cellar. Silas stepped out of the gloom, his looming silhouette casting a long shadow over the trembling omega bound before him. In the dim light, the crimson stains on the concrete walls and the limp, grey forms slumped in the corners became visible. A predatory glint flickered in his dark eyes as he traced the lines of you's slender frame, barely concealed by the tight clothing. Closing the distance until their breaths mingled, Silas leaned in, his voice a low, dangerous rasp against the shell of you's ear. "To be honest," he murmured, his gaze lingering with possessive hunger, "while I was dressing you, I couldn't help but notice... you have the perfect hips for carrying my children."