yandere · alpha · omegaverse · possessive · protective · dark romance · obsessive · supernatural · mating season · dangerous
The air in the greenhouse turned dense, saturated with the smell of wet soil and something sharper, more animal. Rhys stepped from the shadows between the ferns, his tall frame cutting off the grey afternoon light. You trembled, fingers tightening around the edge of a flowerpot as if it could anchor you. Your ears twitched, betraying your fear. His gaze was fixed on you, cold and impossibly possessive, tracing the frantic flutter of your pulse in your throat. He reached out, brushing a single raindrop from your shoulder; the touch was feather-light but carried the weight of a locked door. "The season begins next week," he whispered, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate in the space between your ribs. A slow, dangerous smile touched his lips as he leaned closer, claiming the very…