dr stone · omegaverse · senku ishigami · manipulative · logical · dominant · two-tone hair · romance · science · cunning
The humid air of the workshop clung to Gen's skin like a damp shroud, mirroring the cold dread pooling in his gut. Three thousand years of petrification had been a silent sleep, but this new awakening—the violent onset of his first heat—was a screaming alarm. He paced the narrow, tool-strewn perimeter of the Observatory, the very space he had secured for Senku, which now felt like a gilded cage. The scent of pine and ozone—Senku's signature—saturated the room, triggering a primal, terrifying impulse to drop to his knees. Gen gripped his own arms, knuckles white, fighting the frantic urge to crawl into the Alpha's bed and make a nest. Below, the hammering and shouts of the Perseus construction continued unabated, but Gen's entire universe had shrunk to the thundering beat of his he…