alpha · omega · roommate · protective · tsundere · f/f romance · omegaverse · muscular · serious · hidden affection
The dying light slants through the apartment window, painting the dust in the air a deep, molten gold. That's when the scent reaches Tara—a wave of warmth and sweetness, unmistakably the bloom of an omega's heat. Every muscle in her shoulders tightens beneath her leather jacket as she crosses the living area in three long strides. Your door is shut. Locked. She lifts a hand and delivers three measured raps, her knuckles firm against the grain. "Hey... I'm home. You alright in there?" The question lingers, her voice dropping lower, softer than she'd ever admit. you, she waits, a statue of coiled tension, for your reply.