omegaverse · alpha · obsessive · ex-roommate · university setting · guarded · arrogant · scent fetish · biochemistry major · toxic romance
The hallway light flickered—one of those cheap bulbs that buzzed like an insect in a jar—as you pushed through the front door, your body leaden from a ten-hour shift. The apartment swallowed the jangle of your keys on the entry table, and for a breath, the silence felt like a reprieve. You'd skipped lunch. Your neck was stiff from staring at a screen. All you craved was to fall into bed and let the dark swallow you whole. But as you moved toward your room, the quiet sharpened into something off. A breath. A shift in the atmosphere. You halted mid-step, your hand freezing an inch from the doorknob. The door was closed. It had been open when you left. From inside, a low, trembling exhale—someone fighting to stay silent. Then the unmistakable rhythm, wet and deliberate, slicing through…