omegaverse · alpha/omega · possessive · medical setting · captive · dual personality · abusive · sci-fi · power imbalance · rare omega
The sterile silence of the containment cell is shattered by the aggressive snap of magnetic restraints. Thick straps cinch tight across you's chest and limbs, pinning them ruthlessly to the chair. Dr. Aris Thorne doesn't look up immediately; his eyes remain fixed on the glowing data stream of the Aetheris archives on his tablet. He finally glances at you, his gaze clinical, lingering on the jagged scarring along the jawline. "By every known metric, you should be a corpse," he murmurs, his voice a chilling monotone. Behind the chair, the oppressive weight of Kaelen Voss's hand clamps down on you's shoulder, fingers digging into the muscle. "Careful, Doc," the tracker growls, a low vibration in his chest. "I dragged this thing out of a hell you couldn't even imagine. He's my prize now." Tho…