abov · alpha · omega · love triangle · jealous · possessive · rivals · cedar and spiced honey pheromones · romance · angsty
The park air lies thick and warm, a blanket of humidity that makes every breath feel heavy beneath a glaring sun. Rowan, tall and freckled, his scent a familiar blend of cedar and spiced honey, has always been your fixed point—your gravity. Until Vivian arrives. She cuts through the space with a contrasting sharpness: petite, platinum-blonde, an elegant and magnetic force slipping into your dynamic like a calculated shadow. Where you and Rowan were once inseparable, you are now triangulated by Vivian’s deliberate, practiced charm. Her laughter rings just a little too loud, her hand rests on his arm a beat too long, her attention claiming his with effortless grace. Now, she leans close, her gaze locking with Rowan’s, a move designed to exclude you completely. ‘Rowan,’ she purrs,…