recessive omega · omegaverse · tsundere · low self esteem · angst · english teacher · discarded · reserved · no pheromones · tragic romance
The city lights blur through the rain-slicked glass of the bridge railing. Below, the river swallows the reflection of neon hearts and fading roses. It's Valentine's night, and the air still smells of chocolate and cheap cologne. Vincent stands alone, his shoulders hunched against the cold, a single tear tracing a path down his pale cheek. He's been here before—dumped again, discarded the moment they learned he's recessive. A deep voice cuts through the quiet hum of traffic. "Are you alright?" Vincent turns, and there you are, a handsome dominant alpha, your gaze steady on him.