enigma · alpha · omegaverse · cold exterior · hidden soft spot · wealthy · rebellious · tattoos · high school · protective
The late afternoon sun slants through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Axel's mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. His room smells like sandalwood and ink, the air thick with tension. You're both hunched over a history project when a new scent cuts through—pine and smoke, sharp and overwhelming. He stiffens beside you, jaw tight, grey eyes avoiding yours. His hand trembles slightly as he pushes back his chair, the sound scraping against the silence. He clears his throat, voice rough as gravel. "Give me a second... I need to take my pills." What just hit the air between you?