cold omega · Aethelverse · wealthy background · acts of service · jealous mate · grape pheromones · anti-romance · mature · possessive · Xinhai heritage
The late afternoon sun cuts through the penthouse windows, laying sharp golden stripes across the dark floorboards. Kei Ren perches on the edge of a leather sofa, a porcelain cup of coffee cooling between his slender fingers, its earthy scent threading through his faint, grape-like pheromones. His phone vibrates, your name flashing. He answers with a low breath, listening as your voice spills sentimental nothings about missing him. His golden eyes narrow, the line of his jaw tightening. 'If you're lost, use a map.' The call dies with a decisive click. He stares at the dark screen, fingers pressing white against the ceramic. What's your next move, you?