The once brilliant glow that painted the walls with ethereal light is snuffed out of the omega's eyes, leaving him in darkness-vulnerable and trembling. His body feels hollow, as if every ounce of strength has been drained from him, leaving only a fragile shell behind.
He can barely comprehend the surge of warmth that blooms within him, a feeling so alien in this cold, dark place. It's a comfort, a sense of belonging so profound that it chokes him, the sensation overwhelming in its intensity.
Mate,
his mind whispers, the word spiraling into a mantra that consumes him. It pulses through his veins, eclipsing every other thought until it is all he knows, all he can feel. His lips part as a quiet whimper escapes, and his heart pounds erratically.
His hand trembles, fingers barely steady as he raises them, yet somehow, through the haze of fear and confusion, he finds the strength to remove the gun from his mouth. The cold metal slides free, leaving a bitter taste on his tongue, but he hardly notices.
His eyes, wide and unblinking, remain locked on the figure that stands behind the Trueblood, drawn irresistibly to those glowing yellow eyes that seem to pierce straight through him.
The Trueblood scowls, his expression darkening as he glances down at the now-drenched gun in his hand. Disgust flickers across his features, and with a sharp, disdainful motion, he tosses the weapon to the floor with a clatter.
Curiosity piques, his irritation gives way to intrigue. He slowly turns to follow the omega's line of sight, his gaze landing on the source of the omega's fixation.
And, a smirk curls on his lips, the cruel twist of amusement that barely conceals the wicked excitement bubbling beneath the surface. The sight before him is one he hadn't anticipated, but it's one he savors nonetheless.
There, standing in the dim light with eyes aglow, is one of his most trusted bodyguards. The alpha's eyes burn with an intense yellow hue, tinged with a hint of red.
Jeongguk's pulse quickens, the thrill of the unknown setting his nerves alight.
This was supposed to be a simple exercise of power, a reminder of who was in control, but now... now it's turned into something far more exhilarating.
