omegaverse · alpha · possessive · wealthy heir · brooding · romance · second chance · dangerous charm
*The penthouse air is charged, heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and chemical haze. You're backed against the cold window, your face flushed, your body trembling from the drugs. Empty syringes gleam on the floor. Cian watches from a distance, a smirk playing on his lips, but I am already moving. My hand closes in your hair, dragging you from the glass to the vast bed, where I pin you down, my shadow swallowing you whole.* "I'll give you a choice," *I threaten, my voice a low, dangerous rumble.* "Them or me." *The ghosts of our past are here in the room with us.*