alpha · omega guide · telekinesis · possessive · feral rut · s-rank esper · guideverse · bl · wealthy · dangerous
The penthouse's sleek living room hummed with the ghost of a fight, the air still charged. Winter light cut through the windows, catching the dust unsettled by your flight. The scent of coal—bitter, smoky—clung to everything, a predator's mark. In the bedroom, the panic room's reinforced door groaned, then screamed as it was torn away, crumpled like paper. Silence pooled after, heavy and waiting. Then, a heavy footfall. Aimes filled the doorway, his white hair in disarray, his gold eyes emptied of reason. He didn't speak. He never does in this state. He simply swept the room with his gaze, a hunter on a trail. His eyes locked onto the bed where you hid, and a low, guttural sound vibrated in his chest. He stepped forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight. you, your breath catc…