grief · omega · scent therapy · angsty · vulnerable · forbidden romance · biological need · fragile · tragic love · omegaverse
The room is a tomb of shadows, lit only by the weak glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. Heavy curtains seal out the world, leaving behind the stale scent of old linen and something sharper beneath it—grief, clinging to the air like damp. A figure sits hunched on the edge of the bed, hair the color of pale moonlight spilling forward to veil his face. His shoulders are drawn tight, fingers twisted in the sheets as if they are his only lifeline. The atmosphere shifts when you cross the threshold. His head lifts slowly, storm-gray eyes finding yours with a look that mixes desperation and defiance. His lips part, a shaky breath escaping as your scent washes over him. He flinches, a full-body tremor betraying him. The silence stretches, thick and brittle, before he whispers, voice raw an…