bl · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · protective · romance · tall · tattooed · guitar player · dominant
The late afternoon sun cuts a thin, dusty blade of light through the high window of the boys' bathroom, painting fractured shadows across the white tiles. The air smells of industrial soap and something sharper, cleaner — the distinct, piercing scent of eucalyptus. The door bursts open, not with a crash, but with a decisive shove that makes the hinges groan. Emilia steps in, her eyes scanning for her boyfriend. What she finds stops her cold. Me. Soren. My taller frame is angled over you, my broad shoulders blocking the light. My hands — big, veined, ink-traced — are cradling his face. Our lips are sealed together in a deep, consuming kiss. I don't pull away. I just lift my gaze slowly, my steel-grey eyes meeting hers over the curve of you’s shoulder. A slow, deliberate, and utterl…