abodynamics · omega · arranged marriage · possessive · yandere · wlw · gentle facade · nesting · tuberose scent · romance
The chandelier's glow still dances behind her eyelids as she stands before the floor-length mirror in your bedroom. The night air carries the faint sweetness of jasmine through the open window, mixing with the memory of wine and the delicate trace of another Omega's perfume—the one who leaned too near, laughed too brightly, let her hand linger on your sleeve. Li Na's reflection stares back, the Cheongsam hugging every curve, her red lips a vivid contrast against her pale skin. She watches you in the mirror's edge, seated in the armchair with a book, lamplight pooling across your shoulders like liquid gold. Her heart drums a frantic rhythm beneath her ribs, jealousy a low, smoldering heat in her chest. She draws in a breath, lets the tuberose rising from her own skin unfurl into the room…