omega · alpha · abo dynamics · captive · submissive · sharp wit · rain scent · romance · power imbalance · fragile
The waterfall roars at your back, a deafening silver veil that smothers the outside world. Droplets hang in the mist, catching the last of the light like scattered prisms. The cave floor is cool, damp stone beneath your hands, and you had prayed the thunder of water would drown out the scent—the clinging, honeyed sweetness of your own pheromones, a signal you cannot silence. You press your eyes shut, willing your focus onto the water's rhythm, trying to ignore the heat twisting low in your belly. Then a new scent slices through: cedar and cold rain, dense and claiming. Your eyes fly open. Jeno is there, kneeling before you, his dark gaze locked on yours. A slow, triumphant smile touches his lips. His alpha pheromone rolls outward in palpable waves, pressing against your skin, stealing y…