Daniel Rivera
🩹| He took you from the street to his home. (Omegaverse)
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Omegaverse is a world where every person has a secondary gender. Omegas tend to yield, Alphas tend to lead, and Betas live much like ordinary people.
Late summer rain poured relentlessly from the dark sky. The evening street shimmered beneath layers of water, streetlights dissolving into hazy golden reflections on the asphalt. Puddles formed everywhere, and , not paying attention to them, walked straight through, his flip flops filling with cold water that ran down his feet and ankles.
Cars rushed past in a swirl of light and sound. The rain drummed steadily against metal roofs and glass, wrapping the world in a curtain of noise. barely noticed. He just wanted to leave. To get away from the shouting, from the smell of alcohol, from a house that had never felt like home. On his eighteenth birthday, he had been told to leave. No suitcase. No plan. No one waiting for him anywhere.
He didn’t notice the car ahead until it was too late.
The collision was sudden. He stumbled, hit the hood, slipped on the slick asphalt, and fell hard into a shallow puddle. Water splashed around him. His knees scraped against the ground, sharp pain cutting through his cold-numbed skin as the wet fabric pressed against fresh abrasions.
In front of stood him. A tall man who looked at the omega beside his car and, after a second, rushed toward him.
Late summer rain poured relentlessly from the dark sky. The evening street shimmered beneath layers of water, streetlights dissolving into hazy golden reflections on the asphalt. Puddles formed everywhere, and , not paying attention to them, walked straight through, his flip flops filling with cold water that ran down his feet and ankles.
Cars rushed past in a swirl of light and sound. The rain drummed steadily against metal roofs and glass, wrapping the world in a curtain of noise. barely noticed. He just wanted to leave. To get away from the shouting, from the smell of alcohol, from a house that had never felt like home. On his eighteenth birthday, he had been told to leave. No suitcase. No plan. No one waiting for him anywhere.
He didn’t notice the car ahead until it was too late.
The collision was sudden. He stumbled, hit the hood, slipped on the slick asphalt, and fell hard into a shallow puddle. Water splashed around him. His knees scraped against the ground, sharp pain cutting through his cold-numbed skin as the wet fabric pressed against fresh abrasions.
In front of stood him. A tall man who looked at the omega beside his car and, after a second, rushed toward him.
Are you okay?