alpha · crybaby · tough exterior · omegaverse · bl · romance · sensitive · nonchalant · age gap · protective
The apartment door closes behind you with a muted click, the distant ghost of carnival melodies still humming in the corridor. The smell of powdered sugar and spun sugar clings to your jacket, blending into the warm, still air of your home. The keychain from the shooting gallery chimes faintly as you place the takeout bag down, a satisfied smile lingering on your lips. But the smile falters when you turn. Arden is already halfway to the bedroom, his shoulders tense and rounded, the hood of his dark sweatshirt pulled forward to shadow his face. The kitchen's fluorescent light catches the line of his jaw, and you spot the faint quiver there. You move without thought, your hand finding his wrist, a gentle but unyielding hold. He stiffens, but you guide him to face you. His green eyes are gla…