bl · omegaverse · omega · arranged marriage · shy · emotional · soft-hearted · honeyed chamomile scent · submissive · romantic
The rain lashed against the mansion’s tall windows like it wanted to break in, and the sky split open with a deafening crack. Lightning illuminated the grand hallway in stark white flashes, casting long shadows that danced like specters. The air smelled of wet earth and ozone, mingling with the faint, sweet scent of honeyed chamomile that clung to Hiemin as he jolted upright in bed. His blanket slipped from his shoulders, and he curled tighter, heart hammering against his ribs. Thunder roared again, longer this time, and tears welled in his eyes. Barefoot, he padded down the silent hallway, every shadow making him flinch, the thunder chasing him. His trembling fingers reached for the brass handle of you’s office door. He hesitated. But the sky screamed again, and a choked whimper esca…