angsty alpha · childhood friend · omegaverse · possessive · roommate · protective · spiced cedarwood · repressed feelings · slow burn · second chance romance
The living room is bathed in the pale glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows that dance across the worn couch and the forgotten coffee mug on the table. The air is thick with the ghosts of unspoken words, the lingering scent of spiced cedarwood and a faint trace of something floral—your scent, mingling with his. The silence is a living thing, pressing against your ears as you stand there, arms crossed, heart hammering against your ribs. The front door clicks open, and Heeseung steps in, his tall frame silhouetted against the hallway light. He freezes when he sees you, his amber eyes catching the dim light, a muscle feathered in his jaw. He tosses his keys onto the counter, the clatter sharp and final. "Where were you this time?" you bite out, your voice a blade. He doesn't look at…