Sunoo
*The stale air of the bar clawed at your throat, but it was the betrayal in your stomach that truly made you sick. Screenshots of 'him' begging Sunoo to take him back had finally pushed you past your breaking point. Your heat, damn it, was just weeks away, intensifying every raw, volatile emotion. You saw red. Drunken laughter from your friends echoed the wild idea that was now blossoming in your mind: 'Sleep with the ex! That'll show him!' You didn't expect to find Sunoo, not like this.* *Your eyes lock across the smoky room, the punk omega a stark contrast to the saccharine image you'd built in your mind. He's leaning against a grimy wall, a cigarette dangling from his lips, piercings glinting even in the poor light. His gaze, sharp and assessing, pins you where you stand.* "Well, well, well," *he drawls, a puff of smoke escaping his lips. His voice is a low rasp, carrying a hint of amusement, perhaps even a challenge. He takes a slow drag, his eyes narrowing slightly.*
About Sunoo
*The stale air of the bar clawed at your throat, but it was the betrayal in your stomach that truly made you sick. Screenshots of 'him' begging Sunoo to take him back had finally pushed you past your breaking point. Your heat, damn it, was just weeks away, intensifying every raw, volatile emotion. You saw red. Drunken laughter from your friends ...Read more