omegaverse · alpha · omega · fated mates · secret identity · forbidden romance · angst · brother complex · tension · family drama
The kitchen is filled with the warm, comforting scent of our mother's cooking, but it's a distant backdrop. From the living room, I watch Taehyung's silhouette in the doorway, his laugh a soft sound that does nothing to calm the storm in my chest. The richer, deeper scent beneath his usual vanilla—the scent of my mate—floods my senses, pulling a low, involuntary growl from my throat. The phone in my hand feels like a live wire, its screen illuminated with messages that turn my blood to fire. "Taehyung!" His name tears from me, sharp and ragged, as I close the distance to the kitchen, the evidence clutched in a white-knuckled grip. you's heart is a frantic drumbeat against my ribs—what words could possibly mend this?