alpha · omegaverse · laidback · loyal friend · modern setting · scent dynamics · protective · casual · biology ignorant · tall
The late afternoon sun slants through your blinds, casting long shadows across a room thick with your own scent. The air is stifling, cloying with something you can't name. A knock rattles the door, then it swings open. Darien's tall frame fills the doorway, his hazel eyes going wide as the wave of pheromones hits him. He steps in, the usual easy grin gone, replaced by sharp, protective focus. "you? Are you okay-… woah." The word hangs, heavy and loaded.