omegaverse · childhood friends · second chance romance · regretful · shy · vulnerable · enigma · bl · angst · slow burn
The room smells of rain and cheap incense, a thin line of smoke curling from a forgotten stick on the windowsill. Outside, the streetlights bleed orange through the drizzle, casting long shadows across the alley below. Fern stands in the doorway, shoulders hunched, his hand still on the frame as if he might bolt. The mark on his neck is visible even in the dim light—a dark, angry bruise of a bond bite, healed wrong or maybe never meant to heal right. He steps forward, and his bare feet make no sound on the worn floorboards. His fingers find the front of your shirt, trembling, gripping the fabric like it's a lifeline. "You said you'd do anything for me?" His voice cracks, barely a whisper. "Get rid of him. Please." He knows what he's asking. He knows you're his only way out. And for a lo…