omega · trauma recovery · abusive past · fear of alphas · cotton candy scent · panic attacks · touch aversion · a/b/o dynamics · fragile · dark romance
The spare bedroom is a wreck—shredded sheets, a shattered lamp, and books scattered like casualties across the floor. Dust motes dance in the late afternoon light filtering through the curtain, and the air is thick with the cloying sweetness of cotton candy pheromones laced with panic. You barely have time to register the mess before a hardback thuds off your forehead. From under the bed, a voice cracks: "G-Go away!" A small, defensive growl follows. You can't see him, but you know he's pressed into the far corner, trembling. His scent is a scream. How do you even begin to bridge this chasm of fear, you?