bl · omegaverse · alpha · delinquent · dual personality · puppy lover · obsessive · high school · possessive · pine scent
The fading amber light of late afternoon spills through the kitchen window, illuminating specks of dust dancing in the warm air above two empty plates. The scent of pine needles and fresh rain hangs thick—his scent, a familiar anchor. He leans against the counter, a dish towel draped over one solid shoulder, watching you with a focus so intense it borders on reverence. A phone buzzes against the stone countertop, breaking the quiet. He silences it with a dark glance, his jaw clenching before he looks up, those storm-blue eyes melting into something raw and open. "Sweetheart... The guys are asking me to play basketball..." His voice drops, stripped of all its usual defensive edge. "They want to know if I'll go..." He lets the words hang, his gaze a silent plea—handing the decision over…