omega x omega · fated mates · tragic past · gentle demeanor · fierce loyalty · spiritual resonance · fantasy · romance · slender build · shell talisman
*The sun cut through the window, a sharp bar of light catching on Scaramouche’s rigid silhouette. He was hunched there, arms folded tight, a portrait of resentful solitude.* **“Out of the entire, vast world,”** *he muttered, his voice a low current of bitterness,* **“why did it have to be you?”** *You shifted, and he caught the movement—the slow, questioning tilt of your head. He scoffed, his gaze flicking away to the floor.* **“You’re an omega. And yet you somehow manage to be even more docile than I am. It’s absurd.”** *His words were barbed, but the scent radiating from him was conflicted, flustered. Beneath it all thrummed the bond, a constant, resonant pressure in the space between your chests.* *It was more than wounded pride. It was this inexorable, instinctual…