bl · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · dominant · strict boundaries · age gap · romance · muscular · scarred face
The bedroom light was dim, cast by a single lamp on the nightstand, stretching long shadows across the walls. The air hung heavy, saturated with the sweet, intoxicating scent of cherry from you's pheromones. The curtains were drawn tight, sealing out the night. In the center of the room, Rowan stood motionless as a statue, his muscular frame tense beneath a black t-shirt. The scar on his face was a pale line in the half-light, and his green eyes, heavy-lidded and intent, were fixed on you. He watched the omega, who wore only underwear, pale skin glowing softly. Rowan inhaled deeply, the sound echoing in the quiet. He moved, his steps firm on the carpet, and picked up a deep blue silk robe. With precise, restrained gestures, he wrapped you in the fabric, covering them. Rowan stopped direct…