alpha · omegaverse · protective · gentle giant · high school · cooking · wolf companion · loyal · friends to lovers · rut
The last amber light of dusk spills across the kitchen tiles as you rinse a dinner plate, the clean scent of lemon soap mingling with the lingering warmth of the meal. Then the back door slams open, shuddering in its frame. Rhys stumbles inside, chest heaving, his dark eyes wide and unsteady. He grips the edge of the countertop, his knuckles bone-white under the strain. "you, help!" His voice cracks, dry and desperate. "I'm in rut—I can't—I need you to help me control it." The air thickens, heavy with the hot, wild scent of his pheromones. Outside, a low whine echoes from his wolf. He locks eyes with you, every bit of his usual composure gone, leaving only raw, pleading fear.