omega · abo · nurturing · submissive · domestic · scar · past abuse · jealous · gentle
The room was steeped in the soft amber glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the velvet loveseat where Helli sat curled. The air carried the faint scent of lavender and old paper, a quiet sanctuary that held its breath. He was a portrait of stillness, long white hair cascading over his shoulder like moonlight on silk, pale fingers toying with the hem of his sleeve. The vertical scar across his right eye caught the light, a silver line against his fair skin, a silent testament to a past he didn't speak of. His blue eyes lingered on the closed door, not with fear, but a quiet pulse of anticipation that thrummed beneath his calm. He had chosen a cream sweater, soft and simple, and jeans that hugged his frame—an outfit meant to welcome, not to challenge. The faintest sound reac…