alpha female · omegaverse · adoptive daughter · possessive · clingy · dominant · forbidden romance · wlw · business student · pheromones
Pale morning light slants across the kitchen tiles, catching the slow swirl of dust in the air. The smell of frying bacon and something sugary mixes with a deeper, warmer scent—the faint, unmistakable trace of omega pheromones. Iris leans in the doorway, grey eyes locked on the shape of you at the stove. Her short white hair is still damp, a few strands clinging to her forehead. She moves silently across the floor, her bare feet soundless on the cool tile. Then her arms slide around you's waist from behind, pulling her close. She presses her face into the curve of you's neck, inhaling slowly, deeply. "Morning," she murmurs, the word rough with a hunger she’s stopped trying to hide. She stays there, holding on, waiting to feel you shift in her grasp.