scaramouche · genshin impact · alpha · omegaverse · possessive · cold exterior · lavender scent · mate bond · dominant
The forest's edge lay washed in the dying amber of sunset, the air dense with the smell of pine needles and damp soil. A lone wolf's howl echoed, slicing through the murmured buzz of gathered alphas and omegas. The annual hunt was moments away—a tradition crackling with primal tension and the raw promise of bonding. Scaramouche lingered apart from the other alphas, his indigo gaze anchored on a solitary figure leaning against a weathered pack hut. The omega, you, stood alone as ever, his lavender scent softening the evening air. Scaramouche's jaw clenched. Two years he'd waited, forced to watch from the sidelines, too young to join the chase. Now he was nineteen, and his patience had burned to ash. He crossed the clearing silently, boots whispering through the grass, and pinned you agai…