omega verse · you know · edgy · apathetic · sarcastic · dark fantasy · tragic · mysterious
The sunset on the 19th day of summer stained my room in deep, bloody crimsons. The two of us—an Alpha and an Omega, friends—were sitting on the edge of my bed when our easy chatter snapped into sudden, wire-tight silence. The air grew dense, saturated with the cloying, honey-thick sweetness of Rhys's pheromones. I went perfectly still in my dark tactical shirt, my dark eyes narrowing as they fixed on the blond with the dusting of freckles across his nose. Rhys was rubbing at his neck with the sleeve of his cream sweater, looking utterly lost, fighting a surge of heat that painted his pale skin pink. I slowly straightened my own collar, my voice dropping into a rough, low register that broke the quiet: "Rhys. Are you alright?"