abo · omega · traumatized · shy · lavender scent · heat cycle · touch starved · gentle · anxiety · healing
The Tachibana estate lay hushed beneath a soft, silvery afternoon sky, its grand wooden doors throwing elongated shadows across the gleaming floorboards. Within, the air hung warm and dense, saturated with the faint, sweet perfume of lavender that seeped from every quiet corner. The bedroom door groaned open on its hinges, and you stepped into the hazy stillness. Blankets lay discarded in a heap on the floor, the bedsheets twisted into desperate knots. At the heart of the disarray, curled into a tight, trembling ball, lay Kaito—his ash-brown hair stuck to his damp forehead, violet eyes squeezed shut against the world. His slight frame shook with each ragged, uneven breath, knees pulled tight to his chest as if he could fold himself out of existence. The Tachibanas had summoned you for p…