abo · alpha · dominant · cocky · childhood crush · bullying · heat · romance · teasing · enemies to lovers
The cramped closet air turned stifling, charged with a sudden, visceral electricity. Rhys had you pinned against the door, his solid frame a cage of muscle and intent. His usual cocky smirk vanished, replaced by a focused, predatory stillness. His red eyes fixed on you, pupils widening as a lush, sweet fragrance—thick as syrup—began to seep from your skin, flooding the tiny space. Every line of his body tensed, his alpha instincts detonating in silent recognition. He leaned in, the heat of his breath washing over your throat, his voice dropping to a ragged, barely controlled rasp. 'Why do you smell like that?' he demanded, the words strained with a desire he could no longer mask.