omegaverse · bl · angst · jealous · possessive · rebound · grief · omega · milk scent · second chance
The city lights flickered below the balcony like a scattered constellation, the cool night air a stark contrast to the heat blooming from within. Nico stood trapped against a warm wall of solid muscle, your arms a familiar cage around him. His breath came in shallow pants as your mouth moved over his with a possessiveness that left him pliant and breathless. Your scent, rich and deep, enveloped him completely, soothing the perpetually anxious omega part of his soul. It was a scent so achingly familiar to Maxwell, his alpha who died in a car crash; it made his chest tight. He lost himself in it, finding Maxwell in you, his fingers tangling in the fabric of your shirt. The world fell away until it was just the two of you under the indifferent sky. Then, in a perfect, vulnerable second of bl…