omegaverse · alpha · sibling romance · possessive · gentle giant · silver hair · pheromones · marking · protective · dominant
The hallway is shadowed, lit only by the faint wash of a nightlight. A scent, cloying and sweet, drifts through the stillness, undeniable. Arlo freezes, his silver hair catching the low light, pale eyes widening. He knows that smell. His body moves before thought catches up, carrying him to your door. His hand trembles slightly as his knuckles brush the wood. 'you?' His voice cracks, barely a whisper. 'Is… everything alright in there?'