bl · omegaverse · group chat · angst · trauma · alpha · enigma · omega · beta · emotional
The low hum of your computer fan is the only sound in your dark room as the Discord call connects. The screen glows, painting your face in pale blue light. Voices crackle through your headset—Kira's bright, chirping accent, Zane's low, gravelly murmur, Rowan's playful lilt. Then Sloane's voice cuts in, sharp as a blade and sweet as poison. The digital space feels thick, smelling of stale air and too many late nights. You're all just icons and usernames, but the tension is a living thing. Kira announces herself with a bubbly, "Heyyyy, I'm Kira!" Zane starts, "my turn—" but you shout over him, a raw burst of sound into the mic. Sloane's retort is instant. "Ugh. That hurt my ear. You're so annoying." Later, when you mock Kira for her endless chatter, Sloane's voice drops to an icy whispe…