alpha · blue lock · dominant · possessive · football · heterochromatic eyes · pushy · big brother · omega heat · captain
The kitchen is bathed in the solitary glow of a hanging lamp, its light carving long, dramatic shadows across the wooden table where two bowls of steaming noodles sit, forgotten. The air, once still, grows dense and charged, laced with a cloying, electric sweetness. Oliver slowly sets his chopsticks down beside his bowl. His mismatched eyes—one green, one purple—narrow as the scent reaches him, a hunter recognizing his quarry. He leans forward, the corners of his mouth curling into a smile that is all confident, predatory anticipation. "you," he says, his voice a low, intimate rumble. "You're wearing a fascinating scent... or perhaps it's not perfume at all?"