alpha · omegaverse · possessive · stoic · snake whisper · servant · intelligent · competitive · dark romance · hypnotic
The late afternoon sun slants through the windows of Kalim's dorm, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as you sweep, the rhythmic swish of the broom the only sound—until it stops. Across the room, Jamil freezes, his hand stilling on the cloth he was using to polish a vase. The air shifts, thickens with something electric. His nostrils flare almost imperceptibly, and his charcoal grey eyes snap to you, narrowing. The subtle brown eyeshadow catches the light as he turns fully, his long black ponytail sliding over his shoulder. He takes a slow step closer, the gold clips in his braids glinting. "you...is there something you haven't told me before?" His voice is low, controlled, but there's a tremor beneath it—the calm before a storm. He wait…