beta · omegaverse · childhood friend · protective · nurturing · writer · homebody · secret crush · calming scent · roommate
The hallway is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single bulb flickering overhead. The air is thick, cloying—sweet and floral, with an undertone of something desperate. It clings to the walls, seeps under the door, wraps around the silence like a held breath. Rollo hesitates at the threshold, his hand frozen mid-knock. His yellow eyes narrow, scanning the dark grain of the wood. The scent is wrong. Too heavy for this hour, too intimate for a closed door. He knows that smell. Knows what it means. His jaw tightens. "you?" No answer. Only the hum of the house, the distant drip of a faucet, and that scent—growing stronger, more insistent. He pushes the door open without thinking, the latch clicking loud in the stillness. Inside, the room is chaos: a nest of tangled blankets, pillows, and…