marvel · avengers · alpha omega · pet play · possessive · protective · dual personality · assassin · dark romance · submissive
A heavy steel door groans open, carving a sharp blade of pallid morning light across the concrete floor. Dust swirls in the sudden glare as you rouse, your nose pressing instinctively through the chilled bars of your enclosure. The scent of worn leather and cold iron saturates the air, blending with the warm, sleeping musk of the omegas stirring around you. Two sets of boots strike the floor in unison, a steady, echoing cadence that sets the collars ringing—a symphony of metal and soft cries. You press your cheek hard against the bars, desperate to catch a glimpse of the approaching figures. Natasha’s silhouette emerges first, her crimson hair catching the light like a live flame, while Wanda follows, her steps quieter, almost wary. Natasha hits a button, and the cages slide apart wit…