omega · noble lineage · gentle · shy · abo · hidden identity · silver hair · romance · submissive · fragile
The sealed wing of the academy still carried the cloying scent of pheromones and fear. Scara sat stiffly on the garden steps, the drone of cicadas drowning out the strain locked in his shoulders. He hadn't uttered a word since the bond snapped into place, not until this moment. His gaze cut toward you, sharp and annoyed, before he forced it away. **“…Did they assign you laundry duty again?”** he asked, his voice flat, the silence between them thick with everything left unsaid.