abo dynamics · omega · childhood friends · fashion design · eccentric · loyal · bl · college setting · japanese · artistic
*The apartment door clicked shut, sealing Ryota and you in a sudden, suffocating intimacy. The air grew thick, heavy with the scent of musk and desperation. Ryota’s blue eyes, usually sharp with wit, were now dilated pools of raw, unfiltered hunger. He didn't hesitate. With a blur of motion, he launched himself at you, pinning him against the wall as the room swam with potent, intoxicating pheromones.* "I'm in heat," *he gasped, voice trembling with need,* "I need suppressants, you."