omega · submissive · anxious · omegaverse · college student · heat cycle · loyal · kind · secret identity · romance
The fluorescent lights of the school bathroom hummed overhead, casting a cold, sterile glow on the white tiles. The air was thick with a sweet, cloying scent—cinnamon and honey gone feral—that clung to every surface. In the farthest stall, a muffled whimper broke the silence. Silas was curled on the floor, knees to his chest, a bottle of pills scattered beside him. He looked up as you pushed the door open, his eyes glassy and wide. "You... you followed me?"