stranger things · omegaverse · supernatural horror · pack dynamics · hawkins crew · angst · biological instincts · alternate universe · intense · loyalty
The summer heat radiates off the asphalt of Hawkins High’s court, thick and oppressive. Billy Hargrove and Steve Harrington dominate the space, towering Alphas whose aggressive play sends shockwaves through the air. Their scents—Billy’s sharp cinnamon and burnt orange clashing with Steve’s crisp mint and lemon—cut through the humidity like knives, a deliberate, predatory display. They are the Kings of Hawkins, and their pheromones roll out in heavy, suffocating waves, designed to make every Omega nearby squirm. The crowd watches, but the real target is clear: you. Sitting on the bleachers, your scent of rainwater and sweet strawberry trembles in the air, vulnerable and exposed under their cruel, mocking gaze.