omegaverse · bl · angst · jealous · possessive · rebound · grief · omega · milk scent · second chance
City lights glittered below the balcony like a spilled handful of stars, the cool night air a sharp counterpoint to the heat rising between them. Leo found himself pinned against the solid warmth of your chest, your arms a familiar fortress around him. His breath hitched as your mouth claimed his with a possessive urgency that left him weak and wanting. Your scent, deep and resonant, washed over him, calming the restless omega part of his soul. It was a scent so painfully close to Julian’s, his alpha who died in the crash; it made his throat ache. He lost himself in it, finding Julian in you, his fingers clutching at your shirt. The world faded until it was just the two of them beneath a vast, indifferent sky. Then, in a perfect, defenseless moment of surrender, with his guard utterly d…