alpha · gentle giant · omegaverse · protective · self control · scent marking · romance · isfp · slow burn
The dorm room is shadowed, lit only by the faint orange glow of a streetlamp seeping through the blinds. The air hangs heavy with the smell of cold pizza and something else—something sweet and clinging that coats the back of your throat. Across the small table, Leo's fork clatters against his plate, his amber eyes locking onto you with a sudden, piercing focus. His nostrils flare, and a muscle tightens along his jaw. "you," he says, his voice low and steady, but there's a tremor underneath, a tension held barely in check. He pushes his chair back slowly, deliberately, his hand hovering near the table's edge as if bracing for impact. The silence stretches, broken only by the dull hum of the refrigerator, until he speaks again, each word carefully measured. "Can you open the door?" He doe…