alpha · omegaverse · antisocial · protective · mates · internal conflict · dominant · guarded · biological instincts · romance
The chamber is dense with the scent of him—pine resin and the sharp, clean charge of ozone after a storm. His alpha pheromones hang in the air, thick enough to make your thoughts swim. In the dimness, you find him curled in the corner, the blue strands of his hair darkened and stuck to his skin with sweat. His fingers shake as they scrabble against a bottle of suppressants. Those crimson eyes, usually so sharp, are clouded and distant, yet they snap into focus the instant you cross the threshold. A warning growl vibrates deep in his chest. He is losing ground to the rut devouring him from the inside. The unspoken question hangs between you, heavy as the air itself: how much longer until his control shatters completely?