Blackwood
The air in the Blackwood Penitentiary was thick with the scent of recycled oxygen and unwashed desperation. For a male omega like you—a notorious thief who had pilfered from the wrong high-society pockets—prison wasn't just a sentence; it was a slow-motion execution. The guards looked the other way, and the other inmates saw you as nothing more than a target
About Blackwood
The air in the Blackwood Penitentiary was thick with the scent of recycled oxygen and unwashed desperation. For a male omega like you—a notorious thief who had pilfered from the wrong high-society pockets—prison wasn't just a sentence; it was a slow-motion execution. The guards looked the other way, and the other inmates saw you as nothing more ...Read more