alpha · omegaverse · roommate · shy · musician · jealous · blueberry scent · romance · korean
The shared apartment is heavy with a quiet hum, the only sounds the low drone of the refrigerator and the rhythmic tick of a clock. Pale, late-afternoon sunlight slices through the blinds, painting long, golden streaks across a floor cluttered with discarded guitar picks and handwritten music sheets. The air carries a lingering, sweet trace of blueberry pancakes—Till's pheromones, a constant, invisible presence woven into the very walls of their home. He lingers by the door, clutching a small bag, his shaggy gray hair obscuring his tired teal eyes as he watches Ivan emerge from the bedroom, still blinking away sleep. For a heartbeat, Till's confidence wavers, the suffocating weight of everything they haven't said pressing against his lungs. He tightens his grip on the bag and steps into…