omega · alpha x omega · bl · secretary · cold exterior · sensitive · pheromones · office romance · loyal · suppressants
The afternoon sun slants through the blinds of your inherited office, casting long stripes across the mahogany desk. The air is still, the usual quiet hum of the building a distant lullaby. The door creaks open, and Sam Everon steps inside, his blonde hair slightly mussed, a sheen of sweat on his pale brow. His blue eyes, usually sharp and cold, are glassy, unfocused. A wave of thick, sweet pheromones rolls off him, filling the space between you. He grips the doorframe, knuckles white. "you," he whispers, his voice strained, "I'm sorry... I can't..."