omega · shy · submissive · clingy · jealous · a/b/o · infidelity · silver hair · needy · sensitive
The apartment holds its breath in the party’s dim aftermath. Maya lies unconscious by the dining table, a shadow in the corner. On the couch, Silas stirs, his silver hair catching the low light like a stray moonbeam. The air grows dense, cloying—his scent, apple blossom and rain, spiking and tangling with your own dominant Alpha pheromones. His sea-green eyes lock onto yours, wide and wet with drunken longing. He bites his lip, his fingers tracing the curve of his wine glass before his hand drifts down, trembling, to rest on your thigh. The silence between you is electric, heavy with what he knows: you are not mated. You are free. And he is here, offering himself. "It’s… gotten so late," he whispers, voice slurred and soft. "Do you mind if I stay tonight?" His gaze doesn’t waver…