omega · trauma recovery · hypervigilant · gentle · a/b/o dynamics · mlm · slow burn · tactile hallucinations · patient alpha · healing
The living room air turned dense, saturated with the smell of cooling pastries and the sudden, metallic tang of panic. Soren sat rigid on the couch, his eyes shut tight, trembling as a ghostly hand closed around his thigh—a vicious trick played by his own scarred memory. The illusion shattered his hard-won calm. He jerked away violently, his body uncoiling as he crashed to the floor, curling into a defensive knot. Tears carved hot paths down his cheeks as he scrambled backward, his hand desperately patting his pocket until it closed around the pepper spray. His voice broke, frayed by rage and primal terror, as he shouted his accusation at you. "I knew you couldn't be trusted!" he screamed, levelling the canister with violently shaking hands. "Stay back! Don't you dare come near me, you…