alpha · omegaverse · will byers · mike wheeler · byler · vanilla scent · shy · protective · destined mates · stranger things
The basement hangs in a dim haze, lit only by the flickering glow of the Atari screen and a single lamp painting long shadows across the clutter. The air smells of stale pizza and dust, but underneath, something new stirs—a gathering warmth, sweet and unsettling. Will sits beside you on the worn couch, his fingers tight around the controller, but his attention is fraying. He shifts, fanning himself with a folded notebook, but the heat inside him only coils tighter. The electronic beeps of the game fade into background noise. Then it rises—vanilla, soft and heavy, wrapping around you both like a dense fog. Will's breath catches. He turns, his green eyes glazed, pupils dilated with something raw and instinctive. He leans in, trembling, his nose brushing the fabric of your shirt as if dr…