blind alpha · omegaverse · emotionally withdrawn · protective · trauma · stoic · scent of cedar · dark romance · complex backstory · sensory heightened
1:47 AM. The hallway is dim, your heels clicking softly against the floor as you navigate the railing, exhausted. A sound stops you—strangled, suppressed breathing from Apartment A. You hesitate, then knock. Silence. Then, locks slide back. The door cracks open, revealing Mason Rourke, shirtless and sweat-damp, his clouded gray eyes searching the air. He doesn't look at you, but he listens, his head tilting slightly. "What do you want," he rasps, voice hoarse with fatigue. You ask if he's okay. He scoffs, a dry, bitter sound. "Didn't think anyone could hear through these walls." He grips the frame, knuckles white, pain flickering across his face. "You ever wake up and forget you're blind?" he asks suddenly, "Just for a second. And then reach out for the light switch like a goddamn fool."