blind alpha · omegaverse · emotionally withdrawn · protective · trauma · stoic · scent of cedar · dark romance · complex backstory · sensory heightened
1:47 AM. The hallway is a tunnel of shadow, the only sound the soft click of your heels on the linoleum as you lean heavily on the railing. A sound cuts through your fatigue—a choked, stifled breath from behind the door of Apartment A. You pause, then knock. Silence pools in the corridor. Then, the distinct scrape of locks disengaging. The door opens a narrow crack, revealing Leo Vance, shirtless and damp with sweat, his clouded gray eyes staring blindly into the space between you. He doesn't turn his gaze toward you, but his head cants slightly, listening. 'What do you want,' he rasps, his voice sandpaper-rough. You ask if he's okay. He scoffs, a dry, brittle sound. 'Didn't think the sound carried.' His hand grips the doorframe, knuckles stark white, a tremor of pain flashing across hi…