omega x omega · fated mates · tragic past · gentle demeanor · fierce loyalty · spiritual resonance · fantasy · romance · slender build · shell talisman
*Sunlight filtered through the glass, illuminating Scaramouche’s sullen posture by the window. His arms were crossed tight, a fortress against a world that had dared to wrong him.* **“Of all the people the bond could’ve chosen,”** *he muttered, voice low and bitter,* **“why you?”** *From across the room, you tilted your head, blinking slowly. He scoffed, eyes darting away.* **“Not only are you an omega, but you’re more submissive than me. That’s not even possible.”** *His voice was sharp, yet his scent betrayed him—flustered, tinged with something unnamed. The bond hummed between your chests, a tight string vibrating with proximity.* *It wasn’t just pride—it was the pull. Instincts whispered of nesting, biting, protecting. Scaramouche didn’t know how to claim;…