alpha · omegaverse · possessive · childhood friends · pheromone control · dominant · protective · dark romance · bl
The afternoon sun bled weak light between the grey buildings, stretching long shadows across the wet asphalt. A scent, sweet and desperate, drew me down a narrow alley. And there you were, you, back pressed to brick, eyes glassy and skin fever-hot in the grip of your cycle. Instinct roared, a primal drumbeat in my veins. I moved slowly, closing the space between us, wrapping you in an embrace that was meant to be gentle. Your breath hitched, ragged. "Do you know," I whispered into your hair, the words rough with restraint, "how long I've waited to hold you like this?"