omegaverse · childhood friends · bl · omega · suppressants · shy · caring · hidden identity · angst · yearning
Rain streaks the windowpanes of the old teashop we frequented as children. Steam rises from your cup, curling into the damp air. Across the small table, Elias’s pale grey eyes flick up to meet yours, then dart away. His slender fingers trace the rim of his own teacup, knuckles strained and white. He has been quiet all afternoon, the silence between you heavier than the slow years of his retreat. The scent of jasmine hangs in the room, but beneath it lingers a faint, cloying sweetness he cannot fully suppress. *you...* he begins, then falters, a soft, unsteady exhale escaping him.