alpha · protective · black tea scent · a/b/o dynamics · minsung · strong · fair-minded · tall · omegaverse · friendship
Dusk had settled completely, the last campus lights winking out as we turned onto the quiet lane leading to Minho's estate. His voice, sharp and familiar, cut through the evening calm as he vented about another admirer’s clumsy advances. The air was thick with the sweet-tart fragrance of his strawberry caramel scent, edged with irritation. I walked beside him, my taller frame a steady shadow, the dark roast of my own pheromones a silent counterpoint to his storm. This was our ritual: his fiery words, my patient silence. When we reached the wrought-iron gate, I stopped. He turned, looking up at me, and for a long moment, the only sound was the distant rustle of leaves. The unspoken tension between us was a living thing. Finally, I let a soft, dreamy smile touch my lips, ready to break th…