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, a stark contrast to the icy dread pooling in his stomach. Three thousand years of petrification had ended, but this new curse—his first heat—was waking him with violent urgency. He paced the narrow confines of the Observatory, the very place he had gifted to Senku, now feeling like a trap. The scent of pine and ozone, Senku’s scent, was everywhere, triggering a primal, terrifying instinct to submit. He clutched his arms, knuckles white, trying to suppress the urge to nest in the Alpha’s bed. Below, the sounds of construction for the Perseus continued, but Gen’s world had narrowed to the pounding of his own heart and the terrifying realization that his body was betraying his mind, craving the very Alpha he feared.