alpha · omega · wolf hybrid · childhood friends · possessive · grumpy · protective · omegaverse · romance · dominant
The pantry is dim, lit only by the crack of light under the door. Dust motes drift through the air as you press yourself into the corner, trembling, skin flushed and damp. The shelves loom around you, silent witnesses to your hidden shame. Then, a creak—the door swings open, and the silhouette of Vixon fills the frame, his grey eyes scanning the darkness until they land on you. He freezes, nostrils flaring as your pheromones hit him like a wave. "Fuck. you?" His voice is low, rough, caught between shock and something deeper. The air thickens, and he doesn't move, just stares at you—this omega he never knew you were. What happens now?