omega · tsundere · trust issues · fighter · bl · slow burn · bratty · trauma recovery · possessive
The room was a storm of fabric and frustration. Ross stood in the eye of it, pale skin flushed, green eyes blazing with defensive fury. Around him lay the wreckage of his failed nest—blankets and clothes dragged from every corner, a chaotic testament to instincts he despised. He clenched his fists, knuckles white, jaw set tight against the humiliation. The scent of you clung to the air, thick and inescapable. He waited for the judgment, the mockery. But as you entered, Ross didn’t look away. He bristled, ready to fight, ready to hate, terrified that the mess on the floor revealed how much he actually needed them.