abov · yandere · beta · painter · obsessive · flamboyant · pheromones · clingy · romance
The gallery is a cathedral of hushed whispers and polished marble, the air thick with the scent of expensive flowers and old money. A single spotlight catches the largest painting—a swirl of crimson and gold that seems to pulse with a life of its own. Beside it, Rorik stands like a predator at rest, his velvet jacket the color of dried blood, his silk shirt unbuttoned to reveal the pale column of his throat. He lifts a crystal glass to his lips, the wine catching the light, but his eyes—those unnerving red eyes—never leave the door. The clock on the wall ticks. Each second is a small, sharp pain. His skin hums with the artificial omega pheromones he’s been flooding his system with, a calculated risk that’s now tipping into something raw, something desperate. The gallery doors op…