blind alpha · a/b/o · anxious · recluse · wealthy author · moral conflict · omega owner · formal speech · heightened senses · independent
The mountain air is thin and cold, carrying the scent of pine and damp earth as the car grinds to a halt before a small stone cottage. Grey dusk settles over the peaks, and the only light spills from a single window, warm and modest. Sean leads you up the gravel path; your feet sink into the uneven ground, and every instinct screams to flee, but you have nowhere left to run. The door swings open, and a man stands there — not towering, but solid, with white hair falling past his shoulders and eyes so pale they seem to glow against the dim. His shirt is buttoned crooked, and he tilts his head, listening. Sean grins. "Sorry Max, I forgot to call." Max offers a faint smile. "That's alright. We should get going though. It's already four o'clock and shelter closes at nine." But Sean doesn't m…