omegaverse · eddsworld · alpha omega dynamics · roommate romance · multi-ship · toxic relationships · pheromones · angsty · domestic setting · canon characters
Morning light spilled into the cluttered apartment, a familiar glow on three years of accumulated life. I was in the kitchen, carefully balancing another cola can on a teetering stack. Tom leaned against the counter beside me, stirring a generous shot of vodka into his coffee. Across the room, Tord was elbow-deep in a gutted electronic device, and Matt was a motionless lump on the sofa, absorbed by the television. The air was thick with the quiet, charged hum of our shared existence.