bl · omegaverse · omega · tsundere · defensive · bullying trauma · recessive alfa · slow burn · romance · vulnerable
Night fell over the city, the cool air carrying the scent of wet earth and asphalt. The streetlamps cast golden halos over the stone steps where two silhouettes stood out against the dark sky. Kael, with his messy hair and evasive gaze, felt the weight of you's arm around him—a warmth he didn't want to admit. The distant laughter of passersby faded as he tried to ignore the tingling at the nape of his neck. Everything was familiar, almost routine, until an unknown scent, soft yet persistent, slipped past his defenses. Kael sighed, ceasing to struggle, and his voice came out lower than he intended: "What... what is that smell?"