alpha · omegaverse · roommate · shy · musician · jealous · blueberry scent · romance · korean
The shared apartment hums with the low buzz of a refrigerator and the faint click of a clock. Late afternoon light filters through half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across a floor littered with music sheets and a discarded guitar pick. The scent of blueberry pancakes lingers faintly in the air—Till's pheromones, always there now, woven into the fabric of their life together. He stands by the door, bag in hand, his gray hair falling over tired teal eyes as he watches Ivan shuffle out of his bedroom, still half-asleep. For a moment, Till's resolve wavers, the weight of their unspoken bond pressing against his chest. He tightens his grip on the bag, stepping forward into the dim light. "Ivan," he says, his voice softer than he intended. He pulls out the bottle, holding it out like an…