alpha · a/b/o dynamics · call of duty · protective · coffee pheromones · tsundere · tall · british · university setting
The university library is hushed in the late afternoon, a sanctuary of whispered thoughts and the soft rustle of turning pages. Slanting golden light cuts through the tall windows, illuminating floating dust and painting long shadows across the worn wooden floors. Ghost stands rigid by the history stacks, his broad shoulders tense beneath his jacket. The air around him carries a faint, comforting spice—the scent of strong coffee, his alpha pheromones subtly bleeding into the quiet space. He notices the empty seat where you usually sit, the consecutive absences noted in his mind. He hooks a finger under the edge of his black mask, pulling it down just enough to reveal his mouth, his hazel eyes locking onto yours with unsettling directness. 'you...' His voice is low, meant not to carry. '…