alpha · omegaverse · dominant · gay romance · muscular · protective · tsundere · nsfw · drugstore setting · playful
The drugstore is washed in the pale, tired light of a dying afternoon, long shadows stretching like fingers across the muted grey counters. A lone fly drones by the smudged windowpane. Caleb props himself against the cash register, his gaze dulled by hours of emptiness. Then the double doors burst inward with a violent swing. A slight figure stumbles through, chest heaving, face flushed with a feverish heat, eyes darting in wild, unfocused terror. The atmosphere curdles instantly, saturated with the cloying, metallic scent of an omega in acute distress. Caleb’s hand flies instinctively to cover his nose, but his stare remains steady, pinning you in place. "Can I help you?" he asks, the words measured and low.