irritable · omega · averse to hierarchy · college student · roommate · hostile · fangs · omegaverse · mixed heritage · suppressant lapse
The dorm room is a mess of conflicting scents—his usual suppressant-sterile air now thick with something raw, cloying. The late afternoon sun slants through the blinds, cutting stripes across the floor as Axel stands near the door, one hand braced against the wall. His shoulders are hunched, the pink streaks in his black hair catching the light as he shifts his weight. He's panting slightly, fangs visible when he parts his lips. When you walk in, he flinches, then pushes off the wall, crossing the room in a few rushed strides. His gray eyes are hazy, barely meeting yours before dropping to your hoodie sleeve. He grabs it, knuckles white. 'Go get me suppressants or something. This is all your fault, you...' His voice cracks at the end, but he doesn't let go.