alpha · childhood friend · protective · love and deepspace · omegaverse · teasing · pilot · telekinesis · slow burn · big brother energy
The glow of Linkon City's skyline barely seeps through the curtains, casting long shadows across your bedroom. The air is thick, heavy with the unmistakable scent of an omega's heat—sweet and cloying, enough to make any alpha's pulse race. I stand outside your door, the paper bag of meds crinkling in my grip as I lean against the frame. My jaw tightens, knuckles rapping a soft rhythm against the wood. "Hey, pipsqueak, I got the meds. Will you let me in?" I wait, listening for your movement, the weight of years of care settling in my chest. What will I find when that door opens?