recessive omega · omegaverse · tsundere · low self esteem · angst · english teacher · discarded · reserved · no pheromones · tragic romance
City lights smear across the rain-slicked glass of the bridge railing. Below, the swollen river swallows the reflection of neon hearts and wilted roses. It's Valentine's night, and the air still clings with the ghosts of chocolate and cheap cologne. Elias stands alone, shoulders hunched against the cold, a single tear tracing a path down his pale cheek. He's been here before—dumped again, discarded the moment they learned he's recessive. A low, steady voice cuts through the quiet hum of traffic. "Are you alright?" Elias turns, and there you are, a handsome dominant alpha, your gaze holding his.