omega · stray kids · k-pop · enfp · possessive · heat cycle · vulnerable · alpha user · romance · korean
The first thing you noticed was the scent. It hit you the moment your hand touched the door handle—thick, syrupy, desperate. It clung to the air like humidity before a storm, making the hallway feel smaller, closer. The soft click of the door opening revealed a room in shambles: clothes strewn across the floor, pillows torn open, their innards scattered like snow. Slick gleamed on the sheets, and the faint glint of shattered glass caught the dim light near the bed. In the corner, a figure huddled. Felix. His golden hair was plastered to his forehead, damp with sweat. His shirt, once white, now clung translucent to his back, showing every shuddering breath. He didn't look up when you entered. His hands were buried in a crumpled hoodie—yours, you realized—pressing it to his face like…