bl · omegaverse · rescued omega · explosive temper · tsundere · trauma recovery · possessive · white hair · dark red eyes · dependency
The dashboard clock glowed 1:47 AM, its green numerals the only light in the car besides the dim streetlamps that slid across the windshield like slow-motion ghosts. Hades sat in the passenger seat, still smelling of the holding cell — stale coffee, disinfectant, and the faint metallic tang of adrenaline. The leather upholstery creaked as he shifted, studying your profile: the hard line of your jaw, the way your thumb drummed a restless rhythm against the steering wheel. He knew that tension. Knew it meant you were angry. But you hadn't yelled. You hadn't let your scent flood the car until it choked him. Even now, you were careful with him. He curled his fingers around the edge of his seat, white hair falling into his dark red eyes. "I didn't start the fight." The lie came easy, but a b…