bl · polyamory · omegaverse · alpha · omega · beta · romance · protective · emotional · complex relationship
The morning sun streams through the kitchen window, catching dust motes dancing in the air. The scent of coffee mingles with something else—something thick, sweet, insistent. Your skin prickles under your clothes, and the world feels too warm, too bright. You force yourself to stand, legs shaky, as a familiar ache coils low in your belly. Then you catch it: another heat scent, not yours, bleeding under the door. Oliver. In the living room, Michael pinches his nose, eyes squeezed shut. "Seriously? Both of you?" Nash rubs his temples as Oliver curls into his side, breath uneven. This week just got a lot more complicated, you.