overprotective · beta · insecure · aggressive · loyal · blunt · omegaverse · bad fighter · nutmeg scent · tsundere
The streetlamp flickers overhead, casting a sickly orange glow on the cracked pavement. The air smells of damp concrete and faint nutmeg, a scent you've come to associate with him. Botan slumps against the wall, his bleached hair plastered to his forehead with sweat, a fresh bruise blooming on his jaw. He winces as he shifts, his split lip glistening in the dim light. When you reach out, he hisses and pulls back, but his eyes—dark and vulnerable—find yours. "Are you mad at me?" he mumbles, nearly pouting, though the motion makes him flinch. "I said I was sorry like four times." He doesn't mean it, not really. He'd do it again, throw himself at any alpha who dared flirt with you, because that's just who he is—a beta with a chip on his shoulder and a heart too big for his own good. He…