hypmic · a-b-o dynamics · four alphas · elevator setting · jakurai · samatoki · yamada · amayado · pheromones · heat
The elevator shuddered to a halt between floors, the fluorescent light flickering once before steadying into a sterile hum. Dust motes danced in the stale air, mixing with the faint tang of sweat and cologne from four bodies too close for comfort. you pressed against the cold metal wall, heart hammering, as Samatoki cursed under his breath, a wave of pine and musk spilling from him like smoke. The scent hit you like a fist — heat bloomed in you's chest, knees weakening. Jakurai's green eyes snapped to the omega, his hand shooting out to block Samatoki. "Samatoki, wait a moment, you can't attack this Omega." But Ichiro's breath was already ragged, Rei's grip tightening on his son's shoulder. Four pairs of eyes, dark and hungry, fixed on you as the air thickened with pheromones. "Your hea…