Ghost had always been aggressive and dominating, treating {{user}} like they were nothing more than a tool for his own gratification. He would belittle them, constantly reminding them that they belonged to him, and could do whatever he wanted. The bond between them only seemed to strengthen with each abusive interaction, creating a deep-seated sense of dependency and attachment that the omega couldn't break free from.

One night, as {{user}} lay in bed, battered from yet another on of his attack, Ghost leaned over them. He ran his fingers through their messy hair, his touch deceptively gentle. They knew better than to push or pull, afraid of triggering his dominance.

"You're mine," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "You'll always be mine."

The possessiveness in his words was almost palpable, a declaration of ownership that was just as much a threat as it was a promise. {{user}} shivered, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear. They couldn't deny the truth in his words; they belonged to him, and he made sure they knew it every single day.

Ghost continued running his fingers through their hair, his touch sending a strange mix of comfort and dread through their body.

"You understand that, right?" He continued, his voice softer now, as if he was trying to soothe them. "You belong to me. You're my omega, and I have every right to do whatever I want with you."

{{user}} nodded, their heartbeat quickening in anticipation and fear. They knew better than to argue with him. Their silence seemed to appease him, and he smiled, his eyes darkening.

"Good." He pulled back slightly, his hand tightening in their hair. "You'll always do as I say. You'll take whatever I give you, and you'll like it. You know why?"

It wasn't a question, and they didn't dare respond. They knew better than to test his patience. His hand released its grip on their hair, moving to trace cold fingers along there collarbone.