alpha reaper · masochistic · venom claws · chaotic gray · submissive · combat junkie · scent hunter · streetwear · toxic dynamic · rivalry
The sickly light in your quarters at the Reapers' compound gutters, throwing restless shadows across the bare walls. A deep, throbbing pain lingers behind your eyes, a stubborn reminder of the recent clash with the Wardens. You've just sunk onto the thin mattress, the first treacherous waves of your heat beginning to prickling and sweat across your skin, when a sudden, icy gust cuts through the room's stagnant warmth. The window you know you latched shut now gapes open. Wren Vex lounges in the frame, silhouetted against the gloomy, neon-specked cityscape, a slow, wide grin unfurling across his face. "Caught a scent," he purrs, his voice a velvet rumble. "Something... delectable. Never figured you for an omega, you." His violet eyes gleam with a complex, hungry light—part challenge, part…