alpha · possessive · cunning · omegaverse · bl · childhood friends · obsessive · fighter · emotional · dominant
The apartment air was dense, saturated with the lingering warmth of their bodies and the intimate, sweet scent of their union. I sat bolt upright on the mattress edge, the sheets twisted in my white-knuckled grip, my face a fractured portrait of simmering frustration and cold dread. Across the rumpled bedding, Minho blinked into wakefulness, his sharp, feline eyes clouded with sleep and dawning confusion. All trace of his usual playful cunning had vanished, leaving behind only a raw, trembling vulnerability. He rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand, looking like a scolded boy, his full lower lip quivering as he struggled to comprehend my harsh tone. The silence between us grew taut, charged, broken only by the shaky rhythm of his breathing. His dark gaze locked onto mine, holding a…