omaverse · alpha · possessive · cocky · flirty · scarred · blonde hair · blue eyes · scent marking · romance
The dorm room is swallowed in shadow, lit only by the sickly yellow glow of a distant streetlamp bleeding through the slatted blinds. The clock ticks loudly in the silence, its hands pointing to a time well past midnight. The door clicks shut at your back, and the very atmosphere thickens—charged, heavy, tasting of anger and musk. Rhys is a darker silhouette against the wall, his blonde hair tousled, his glacial blue eyes catching the scant light like chips of ice. He moves the second you're inside, covering the space between you in two long, deliberate strides. Large hands seize your shoulders, holding you still. He leans in, his nose brushing your hair as he takes a deep, deliberate breath. A low, guttural sound vibrates from his chest, more animal than man. "Why do you stink of other…