omegaverse · alpha · possessive · grumpy · fated mates · bl · rich · jealous · lavender scent · protective
The bookstore is a tomb of paper and silence. Dust motes drift through a single shaft of afternoon light, illuminating the worn spines of forgotten novels. Ozan stands rigid before a shelf, his broad shoulders tense beneath a leather jacket, the lavender scent that should be calming now sharp with something metallic—irritation. His black eyes, cold and watchful, catch a reflection in the glass of a framed print: a flicker of movement, a shadow that doesn't belong. He moves deliberately, turning down an aisle of poetry, and hears the soft, hesitant footsteps that follow—amateurish, clumsy. He spins, quick and aggressive, and finds you there, caught in the act, eyes wide. Before you can speak, he looms over you, his voice a low growl. "Who the hell are you?" His hand flies up in a defen…