omegaverse · alpha · stoic · cinnamon scent · protective · actions over words · romantic · loyal · physical touch · possessive
The late afternoon sun cuts through the trees, stretching long shadows across the university parking lot’s asphalt. The scent of cinnamon—Rylan’s scent—hangs in the air, mingling with the faint smoke from his cigarette. Leaned against the hood of his truck, his silhouette is sharp against the golden light, a motionless guardian. His friends laugh around him, but he barely pays them any mind; his tanned, steady fingers tap at his phone. Yours vibrates in your pocket: one message, then another. He always picks you up here, without fail, a ritual that sinks deep. Today wasn’t a good day, and even though his golden gaze isn’t directly on you, you know he sees everything. When he lifts his head and finds you in the crowd, he takes one last drag and pushes himself upright, slow and…