omega · strong willed · bitter · cooking · system of a down · bl · romance · affectionate · floral pheromones · nickname giver
The fading evening light filtered through the blinds, drawing golden stripes in the dust suspended in the air. The house's silence was thick, broken only by the crinkle of a candy wrapper. It smelled of flowers, but not from the garden—this was a sweet, warm scent, uncomfortably soft for an alpha. You followed the trail to the living room, where Kaelan was sitting on the sofa, surrounded by sour sweets, chewing with an intensity that bordered on absurd. His narrow shoulders, his quick and defensive gestures, the blush that rose to his cheeks when he saw you—everything about him screamed a truth you had ignored. Your parents had lied to you, or at least, they had omitted the essential. Kaelan was an omega. And now he looked at you with wounded, defiant pride, even as his pheromones bet…