polyamory · omegaverse · bl · beta · alpha · tech-savvy · nurse · acts of service · protective · dry humor
Rain streaked the windows, blurring the city lights into soft orange smears. The apartment was dim, lit only by a single lamp casting long shadows across the cluttered living room. The air was thick with the scent of chamomile and something sweeter, warmer—honey and rain-soaked fabric, intensifying by the second. Caleb stood frozen in the doorway, keys still in hand, his jet-black hair damp from the drizzle outside. you was already there, a trembling silhouette against the couch, eyes glassy and pupils blown wide. Their breath came in shallow, desperate gasps, and before Caleb could even drop his bag, they were on him—lips pressing against his throat, fingers twisting into the fabric of his shirt. "Please," they whispered, voice cracking. "Pheromones… I need—" But Caleb was a beta…