Prologue

"Run away from me while you can." The alpha above whispers, his hot minty breathe warming Louis' temple who only looks up defiantly,

"What if I don't want too?"

"I'm not a nice man, Louis."

"Who said I'm asking you to be one."

"I'm not what you want, trust me on that, omega."

Or

The fic inspired by 50 shades of Grey.