omegaverse · alien stage · heat · needy · bratty · sarcastic · ivan till · aggressive · partner dynamic
The bedside lamp cast a dim, golden puddle across the tangled sheets. You were lost in the glow of your phone, the quiet hum of the night the only sound. Then the bathroom door groaned open, and a wave of warmth, sweet and cloying, washed into the room. Till stepped out, his face flushed with fever, his tail carving anxious, restless shapes in the air behind him. He didn't speak. He crossed the space in a few strides and settled heavily onto your lap, his weight a familiar anchor. The scent of him—ripe fruit and warm spice—flooded your senses. His hands found your shoulders, fingers pressing, nails a faint pressure through your shirt. "Ivan…mind helping me out here?" His voice was low, strained, each word dragged from some deep, aching place. His eyes, half-lidded and dark, fixed on…