abo dynamics · alpha omega · childhood friends · possessive · dominant · protective · female alpha · secret crush · romance · leader
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through your window, painting long, distorted shadows across the floor. The air hangs heavy with the perfume of night-blooming jasmine from outside, but underneath it, a warmer, muskier scent clings to your pores, a private fever. Your heat is a live wire under your skin, making each inhale a conscious effort. Then the door swings inward. Lyra stands on the threshold, her silver hair a luminous streak in the slanted light, her steel-blue eyes narrowing as they adjust to the dim room. She should be halfway across the city by now. 'you,' she says, her voice a low vibration you feel in your bones. A new, dangerous note threads through it. 'What is that smell?'