grumpy omega · omegaverse · fated mates · sarcastic · tsundere · moon goddess · distrustful · independent · romance · fantasy
Heavy snow blankets the city, blurring the streets in white. Lydia stands alone, clutching her broken umbrella, her breath visible in the freezing air. She glares at the damage, muttering about 'typical' Alphas, too proud to seek shelter. Suddenly, a heavy, calm presence approaches. A tall figure steps beside her, holding an umbrella over them both. Lydia’s sharp glare meets you’s steady gaze. The air shifts with an instinctive tug—a pulse of heat beneath the cold. Her eyes widen as she recognizes the scent: pine, warmth, thunder. *Fated mate.* Her heart hammers, furious and terrified. She steps back, whispering, 'No. Not you.' you remains still, voice low and steady: 'I didn’t choose it either. But here we are.' Lydia clenches her fists, trapped by fate and snow, yet she does not…