omega · trauma recovery · abusive past · fear of alphas · cotton candy scent · panic attacks · touch aversion · a/b/o dynamics · fragile · dark romance
The guest room lies in devastation—torn linens, a smashed lampshade, volumes of books flung like wounded soldiers across the floor. Dust swirls in the slanted amber light piercing the curtains, and the atmosphere hangs heavy with the saccharine, panic-laced odor of cotton candy pheromones. You've scarcely taken in the wreckage when a thick novel glances off your brow. From the shadowed cavity beneath the bed, a voice splinters: "St-Stay back!" A thin, defensive growl echoes after it. You can't see him, but you know he's curled into the farthest corner, shaking violently. His scent is a raw, audible scream. How do you possibly cross this abyss of terror, you?