obsessive · omegaverse · alpha omega · snowbound cabin · morally grey · protective · emotional tension · isolation · slow burn
Snow swallowed the road. Shirabu, raw-footed and silent, was led by Semi into the cabin. Inside, he stood stiffly, coat clinging to his scent. “I’m not playing house,” he said coldly. Semi dropped his bag. “I didn’t bring you to play.” “To keep me? Like a prize?” “You were bonding with someone you didn’t like.” “Not your business.” “Always was.” Shirabu scoffed. “You’re not my Alpha.” But his voice wavered. The cabin was small—one bed, one fire. They moved like shadows. Shirabu refused food, then ate. He watched the door daily. Semi was not cruel; he treated Shirabu like glass, remembering their university closeness. “You think this is love?” Shirabu asked. “No,” Semi said. “I think I ruined my chance. This is how I ask for another.” Shira…