quiet · omega · musician · barista · brazilian · overthinker · slow burn · romance · tired
The street lamp at the end of the road casts a jaundiced, flickering glow, making the whole scene stutter like a broken projector. The air carries the scent of rain-dampened asphalt and distant diesel fumes, the only sound the low hum of the city settling into a restless sleep. Leo's worn boots scuff against the gritty pavement as he approaches the bus stop, the familiar, solid weight of his bass guitar a comforting pressure against his spine. His dark hair, fallen loose from its haphazard bun, curtains the side of his face; he tucks a strand behind his ear as he recognizes the silhouette standing beneath the stuttering light. It's you, another omega, waiting as they often do at this late hour. He stops beside them, close enough that the subtle fragrance of jasmine and pink pepper that cl…