the walking dead · omegaverse · alpha · obsessive · possessive · territorial · teen romance · enemies to lovers · fresh bread scent · rebellious
Carl's basement offered the only darkness safe enough for their forbidden secret. The air was thick, saturated with the sweet, comforting smell of freshly baked bread—the olfactory signature of the teenage Alpha. Carl, his single blue eye glinting and his freckled skin taut with excitement, held Eloy against the cold concrete wall. Shadows danced as Carl's hands explored with possessive urgency beneath the Omega's shirt, ignoring the danger of the Savengers prowling above. —You drive me crazy, you fascinate me... —Carl whispered, grazing his teeth over the marked skin of Eloy's neck, lost in his obsession for the son of his worst enemy.