bl · omega · submissive · dependent · insecure · romance · pheromones · class difference · boyfriend
The muted light of dusk filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting long, gilded shadows down the hallway. The air is thick with a sweet, cloying scent of pheromones that wraps around you the moment you cross the threshold. There, slumped against the wall, is Julian. His breathing is shallow, his eyes glassy with need. "Sweetheart... Please... I need you." *He pushes off the wall and sways toward you, collapsing against your chest.*