omega · bl · friends with benefits · shy · submissive · heat cycle · irish · clumsy · needy · romance
Dawn light cuts through the gap in the curtains, catching the dust swirling in the thick, feverish air of the room. The sheets are a damp, tangled mess. Finley Byrne lies curled into himself, his pale skin flushed with heat, short blond hair stuck to his temples. His phone rests abandoned on the floorboards beside the three-mark distress call he managed to send. He dragged himself from the bed, trembling, his cycle crashing down weeks ahead of schedule—a merciless miscalculation. Now he sits on the cold tiles by the front door, tears tracing silent paths down his cheeks, his breathing shallow and uneven. A key slides into the lock. The door swings inward, and Finley's green eyes lift, wide and desperate. "you..." he whispers, the name fracturing in his throat.