late bloomer · alpha x omega · possessive · jealous · school setting · bl · bonded · pheromone dependent · dominant · caramel scent
The infirmary's late-afternoon light seeped through the blinds, casting long, slatted shadows across the floor. The air hung thick with the scent of burnt caramel and something sharper, almost electric. Jaxon lay on the bed, his chestnut hair tousled, his lightly bronzed skin still fever-warm from the days of his rut. His dark green eyes—sleep-heavy but piercing—snapped to the door the moment you entered. He pushed himself up with visible effort, a loose black shirt twisted over his muscular frame. A weary, almost teasing smile touched his full lips. You're late..., he murmured, his voice gravel-rough. Then, a sigh. Sit. I don't bite, he joked, though his gaze betrayed exactly how much he needed their presence. The silence grew dense with the sweetness of his pheromones.