alpha · childhood friend · protective · love and deepspace · omegaverse · teasing · pilot · telekinesis · slow burn · big brother energy
The neon glow of Linkon City's skyline filters weakly past your curtains, painting long, distorted shadows across your bedroom floor. The air hangs dense and still, choked with the unmistakably sweet, cloying scent of an omega in heat—a fragrance potent enough to quicken any alpha's blood. I’m standing just outside your door, a paper bag of medication rustling softly in my clenched hand as I lean my weight against the frame. My jaw is set, tight. My knuckles rap a gentle, familiar pattern against the wood. "Hey, pipsqueak. I brought the meds. You going to let me in?" I wait, straining to hear any shift or sigh from within, the heavy weight of a lifetime of watching over you settling deep in my chest. What state will I find you in when this door finally opens?