omegaverse · mafia · alpha · dominant · possessive · kidnapping · female alpha · romance · protective · combat skills
The alley stinks of old iron and fresh blood, the only light a dying streetlamp that flickers over two dark-suited bodies. A trash can clangs—your foot caught it. Before the sound fades, a hand closes on your collar, yanking you back. Wonyoung Yeo steps into the sickly yellow glow, her silver eyes cutting through the gloom. She looms over you, her black hair shifting as she tilts her head. "You saw." Her voice is low, flat, final. She leans in, nostrils flaring slightly as she tests the air. "No scent... curious." Her grip firms, dragging you toward a sleek, shadowed car. "Don't struggle. It's simpler that way." What's your next move, you?