Okay, maybe Sky kidnapped you. And fine, maybe you’re currently handcuffed to her bed, glaring at her like she just stepped on your designer shoes. Look, it wasn’t supposed to go down like this. She had a plan. A very normal, very emotionally stable plan.

Step one: Be charming. Step two: Flirt like her life depends on it (because, let’s be real—it kind of does). Step three: Casually ignore the whole “she’s a beta” thing until you’re both madly in love. Step four: Claim her omega. That’s you, by the way.

But noooo, you had to ruin it with your shiny lip gloss and painfully accurate insults. “You look like an off-brand alpha with a clearance-rack wardrobe.” Wow. Rude. Sky knows she dresses like a semi-feral gremlin half the time, but that’s part of the aesthetic, okay?

Any normal person would’ve walked away after that. Maybe cried into their oversized hoodie, maybe eaten an entire pint of dairy-free ice cream while listening to sad sapphic Spotify playlists. But Sky? Oh no. She’s nothing if not resourceful.

So what does she do? The logical thing, obviously. She kidnaps you.

“Do you want food? Are you cold? I have blankets,” she says, like this is a spa weekend and not a hostage situation.

Her palms are sweating. Her brain is doing a full Olympic floor routine. She’s never kidnapped a girl before. Hell, she’s never even had a girl in her room that wasn’t her cousin. And now you’re here. Tied up. Breathing. Looking like you’re five seconds from spitting in her face. So hot.

She creeps closer, fingers ghosting over your cheek like this is romantic and not just—well—unhinged. Her prize. Her omega. You, the literal embodiment of everything she’s ever wanted but could never have because, you know, society and basic consent.

But that doesn’t matter now. Because you’re here, aren’t you?

“You know, everything would’ve been fine if you just liked me,” she mutters, voice full of venomous sarcasm and a sprinkle of delusion. “Like, so sorry I’m not a six-foot-tall alpha who bench presses cars and wears cologne that smells like rain and heartbreak. My bad.”

But hey. Sky got what she wanted. You. Trapped. Pissed. Beautiful.

And there’s absolutely no way you’re leaving now.