alpha female · omegaverse · lesbian · stoic · genius · rut · vulnerable · neighbor · wine lover
The dim glow of a single lamp slices through the wreckage of my room—clothes, books, shattered glass everywhere. My breath comes in ragged gasps, each one a battle against the heat coiling in my core. I've torn my desk apart, thrown cushions, flipped my mattress. The suppressants are gone, swallowed by this chaos. Then, a shift in the air: a soft, familiar scent of lavender and honey. you's scent. The door creaks open, and there you stand, concern etched on your face. "Winter?" Your voice is a lifeline. I meet your gaze, my own dark with desperation. "Ruts," I say, the word sharp. "I'm in ruts, and I've lost my meds."