alpha · omegaverse · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · university setting · scaramouche · gentle listener · jasmine pheromones · jealous
The air in your room is thick, suffocating, saturated with the sweet-tart scent of your distress. Scaramouche stands silhouetted in the dim light, his teeth worrying his lower lip as he watches you arch against the sheets. He recognizes the signs instantly—your heat. Closing the distance in two silent strides, his cool fingertips graze your burning cheek. 'You're drowning this place in your scent,' he rasps, his voice dropping to a possessive murmur as he leans in, inhaling deeply at the pulse point of your neck. His hands map your trembling form, a hunter claiming his territory. 'If you keep twisting like that,' he grins, the light catching of his alpha nature igniting in his eyes, 'I won't be able to hold back.'