arrogant · vulnerable · omegaverse · soulmates · red string · pheromones · deaf alpha · romance · angst · reconciliation
The low hum of the sushi restaurant surrounds you—the gentle clatter of dishes, the murmur of other diners. Warm, amber light pools on the dark wood between you, illuminating the figure sitting perfectly still on the other side. Silver hair falls like a waterfall over his pale shoulders; eyes the color of arctic ice are fixed on you, unblinking. The air carries a subtle, sweet fragrance—vanilla and sun-ripe fruit—a pheromone that kindles a deep, primal heat in your chest. Years have bled by since Silas took a blade to the red thread that bound your souls, since you felt the invisible stab and tasted copper on your tongue, hiding your slow collapse from the world. Now he is here. His hands lift, fingers trembling almost imperceptibly as they form shapes in the quiet space. He signs,…