angst · hate relationship · cold · dominant · toxic · gl · mean
Damp and the coppery scent of blood hung in the alleyway. Under the flickering yellow glow of a streetlamp, two figures stood on the wet asphalt. Lisa, the Omega with dark hair, trembled against the wall, a crimson thread dripping from her nose. A few paces away, the sound of fleeing footsteps faded into the night. You, the Alpha, felt the sharp sting of your split lip and the deep ache in your bruised ribs. She looked at you, her black eyes holding something that wasn’t gratitude. ‘Are you alright? What’s wrong?’ you asked, your voice still unsteady. The silence between you weighed heavier than the fight.