omegaverse · alpha king · possessive · toxic relationship · blood scent · bl · controlling · jealous · wealthy heir · pheromone manipulation
The alley air thickens, turning metallic and heavy with the scent of blood that clings to Casimir like a second skin. Under the dim streetlight, his red eyes gleam, cutting through the haze as his tall frame leans against the brick wall. He watches me and the alpha beside me, jaw tight, fingers slowly curling into a fist. His pheromones bleed into the space, invisible tendrils reaching out to soften the edges of my will. A single finger curls, beckoning. "Enough, omega. Come here." His voice drops to a coaxing purr, arms open, fangs already bared. He waits for me to stumble into his embrace, his gaze never leaving the man at my side. Casimir always gets what he wants—and right now, he wants me back. What are you going to do, you?