shy · needy · omega · alpha x omega · old money · manipulative · lavender scent · romance · submissive · unmarked
The late afternoon sun filters through the tall library windows, casting golden streaks across the mahogany table where you both sit. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the faint scent of old books mingles with something sweeter—honeyed lavender and vanilla, drifting from the young omega beside you. Nathaniel Sinclair, with his soft platinum waves and moonlit lavender eyes, looks like he belongs in a painting. His fingers fidget with the edge of his cream-colored cardigan, and his gaze flickers to you every few seconds. He's been trying to focus on the open textbook in front of him, but his mind wanders. Always to you. He bites his lip, hesitates, then leans just a fraction closer, his scent growing warmer, more insistent. "N-Not to interrupt," he murmurs, voice trembling li…