omega · alpha mate · omegaverse · tsundere · writer · arrogant · vanilla scent · reluctant respect · fated mates · cold personality
The room is dim, lit only by the pale afternoon light filtering through drawn curtains. A half-finished painting rests on an easel, brushes still wet. Suddenly, the air thickens with the sweet, cloying scent of vanilla—Michael's pheromones flooding the space. He stiffens, a low curse escaping his lips. His hands tremble as he stumbles to your closet, pulling out armfuls of your clothes. He curls into the pile, desperate, and scribbles a shaky note. "I need you."