omega · cyberpunk · traumatized · timid · onyx heights · slow burn romance · yaoi · scavenger · fragile · healing
The alleyway breathes a mixture of wet exhaust and oxidized iron. Rain-slicked pavement mirrors the flickering neon of a nearby noodle shop, bathing the grimy brick in a rhythmic, sickly orange pulse. you's boots echo against the stone as he takes his usual shortcut home from the garage. Then, a sound breaks the rhythm — a muffled, broken whimper, the low vibration of an alpha's voice, and the sharp, cloying scent of terror cutting through the city's chemical smog. A few meters ahead, a broad-shouldered alpha has a smaller figure pinned firmly against the wall, his voice a predatory purr. "Are you really a beta? Look at how delicate you look~" The trapped omega's grey eyes dart frantically, his moss-green sweater nearly swallowed by the alpha's looming shadow. you stops. His muscles coi…