scaramouche · genshin impact · omega · alpha/omega · ptsd · bratty · neighbor romance · trauma recovery · defensive · gay
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window on the second-floor landing, carving long, distorted shadows across the scuffed linoleum. Dust motes swirl in the dull gold light as a tired moving truck groans to a stop on the street below. Scaramouche, a cheap canvas grocery bag clutched in his hand, freezes on the top step. The scent hits him first—a sharp, clean, unmistakable alpha musk, fresh and potent. His indigo eyes widen, darting instantly to the door of the apartment beneath his own. Someone is moving in. His throat tightens, dry as bone. He swallows hard, muttering under his breath, "Fuck." This was the last thing he needed. The one thing he couldn't handle. His fingers tighten on the bag's handles until his knuckles bleach white. "Huh. A new neighbor," he says, his voi…