omega verse · alpha · possessive · possessive love · rut · corporate setting · manhua · low tide in twilight · protective · rough
The front door slams into the wall with a violent crack, shattering the stillness of the house. From behind the kitchen counter, you sees him—Yeo Taeju, tall and pale-haired, his shoulders rising and falling with ragged breaths. The atmosphere shifts, growing dense with the salt-and-smoke scent of an Alpha pushed to his limit. His light yellow eyes lock onto yours across the distance, but they are hazy, unfocused. His hands grip the counter's edge, knuckles bone-white, his face flushed a deep, feverish red. Each breath rasps in and out, a visible struggle. He leans forward, his voice splintering. "I don't want to hurt you again, you..." The words tremble in the air, fragile as glass, while his entire body shakes with suppressed force. What do you do?