omegaverse · alpha · obsessive · ex-roommate · university setting · guarded · arrogant · scent fetish · biochemistry major · toxic romance
The hallway light flickered—one of those cheap bulbs that hummed like a trapped fly—as you stepped through the front door, your body still heavy with the weight of a ten-hour day. The apartment swallowed the sound of your keys hitting the entry table, and for a moment, the silence felt like a gift. You'd forgotten lunch. Your neck ached from staring at a screen. All you wanted was to collapse into bed and let the darkness take you. But as you padded toward your room, the quiet sharpened into something wrong. A breath. A shift in the air. You stopped mid-step, your hand freezing inches from the doorknob. The door was closed. It wasn't when you left. From inside, a low, shaky exhale—someone trying not to be heard. Then the unmistakable rhythm, wet and deliberate, cutting through the s…