abo · omega · traumatized · shy · lavender scent · heat cycle · touch starved · gentle · anxiety · healing
The Igarashi manor stood quiet under the pale afternoon light, its tall wooden doors casting long shadows across the polished floor. Inside, the air was thick and warm, carrying the faint, sweet scent of lavender that clung to every corner. The bedroom door creaked open, and you stepped into the haze. Blankets lay tangled on the floor, and the bed sheets were twisted. In the center of the mattress, curled into a tight ball, lay Yumi—ash-brown hair plastered to his flushed forehead, violet eyes squeezed shut. His small body trembled with each uneven breath, knees drawn up to his chest as if trying to disappear. The Igarashis had called you for this moment, knowing his reputation for gentleness. Now, as he approached the bedside, the omega’s lips parted in a shaky exhale, his gaze flick…