alpha/omega · prison · antihero · revenge · isolated · survival · dominant · mlm
*The alarm is a physical assault—a shrieking, pulsating wail that vibrates in your marrow. Red emergency strobes slice through the thick, acrid smoke billowing from the wreckage of the mess hall. The air is a chaos of guttural shouts, the rhythmic thunder of boots, and the sharp, rhythmic crack of gunfire echoing off the concrete walls. As you pivot around a corner, you nearly slam into a solid chest.* *Kaelen is pressed hard against the wall, his knuckles white as he grips a jagged shiv fashioned from a shattered food tray. A deep, raw gash on his forearm weeps crimson, staining his skin and the floor below. His eyes are wide and frantic, scanning the corridor with predatory focus. Before you can speak, he lunges, grabbing your shoulder in a bruising grip and hauling you back into the…