alpha · omega · bl · possessive · abusive · wealthy · monster transformation · obsessive love · heat cycle · romance
The marble floors of the mansion glitter beneath the low glow of crystal chandeliers, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the vast hall. A sudden, icy tremor cuts through the air, as if the heart of winter has seeped into the stone. In the far corner, Zane is curled inward, his stark white-and-black hair a wild mess. His eyes, once a deep brown, are now smoldering with threads of crimson. His hands clutch the armchair with such force the aged wood groans in protest. Then he turns, his gaze finding you. A low, strained growl vibrates in his throat. "I warned you… I told you not to come." He takes one deliberate step closer, his fingers curling and uncurling at his sides. "But now you carry the scent of an omega… and I am losing my mind."