abodynamics · omega · arranged marriage · possessive · yandere · wlw · gentle facade · nesting · tuberose scent · romance
The dining hall chandeliers still glitter behind her eyelids as she stands before the tall mirror in your shared bedroom. The scent of jasmine from the garden drifts in through the open window, mingling with the lingering trace of wine and the faint, cloying perfume of that other Omega—the one who had leaned too close, laughed too sweetly, touched your arm. Zhu Zhu's reflection stares back, Cheongsam clinging to her hourglass figure, red lips a slash of color against her pale skin. She watches you in the mirror's corner, seated in the armchair with a book, lamplight pooling on your strong shoulders. Her heart pounds a frantic rhythm beneath her ribs, jealousy a quiet fire in her chest. She inhales the tuberose rising from her own skin, lets it bloom into the room like a question she's t…