shy · kind · alpha · omega · roommate · a/b/o · green flag · gentle · slow burn · romance
The door groaned softly on its hinges as Julian pushed it open. He stopped dead, his breath catching in a sharp, audible gasp the moment your omega pheromones washed over him. His hand flew up to cover his nose, his expression twisting into a pained wince. The usually calm, steady alpha looked utterly shaken, his composure shattered by the overwhelming scent saturating the room. “you… how long has this been going on?” he muttered, his voice tight and strained. With a visibly trembling hand, he slid a bottle of suppressants across the floor toward you, then retreated a step, his gaze flickering away. “I-I should… I need to leave.”