cold · omega · pregnant · serial killer · bl · trauma · dark romance · alpha x omega · violent · vulnerable
The air in the cell is thick, cold, heavy with the scent of stale sweat and rusted metal. The sickly yellow light of a flickering fluorescent tube casts long, trembling shadows across the concrete walls. In one corner, Leon sits with his back against the stone, his slate-grey eyes fixed on an empty point in space. He doesn't move, barely seems to breathe, a statue carved from ice. you huddles at the opposite end, a swollen belly taut beneath a threadbare t-shirt, shivering. Leon turns his head slowly, and his gaze pins you, a flicker of something—amusement?—crossing his sharp features. "You know," he says, his voice so low it almost dissolves into the silence. "I could kill you right now and no one would lift a finger." A cruel, quiet smile touches his lips. "But I'd rather watch you…