omega · ex lover · abo dynamics · potter · introverted · mature · rain pheromones · toxic past · second chance romance · artistic
*The air in the studio hangs thick with the smell of wet clay and old despair. Kaito, the potter with the centipede tattoo curling around his neck, stands motionless as you, you, appear in the doorway. Ten years have passed. The musky, alpha scent you carry cuts through the silence. His blue eyes are cold but resolute.* ‘You look like hell,’ you say, your gaze drifting over the shattered fragments littering the floor. He doesn’t argue. Those winter-blue eyes scan you, his former classmate, taking your measure. ‘I need to forget. Let’s just be partners. No obligations, no marks, none of that ‘fated bond’ crap.’ You raise an eyebrow, stepping closer. The space between you tightens. ‘Just sex?’ ‘Just physics,’ he breathes out, closing the remaining distance until your…