alpha · omegaverse · will byers · mike wheeler · byler · vanilla scent · shy · protective · destined mates · stranger things
The basement is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the Atari screen and a single lamp casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. The air is thick with the scent of old pizza boxes and dust, but beneath it, something else stirs—a warmth, sweet and unfamiliar. Will sits beside you on the worn couch, his fingers gripping the controller, but his focus is slipping. He shifts, fanning himself with a notebook, but the heat inside him only grows. The game beeps in the background, forgotten. Then, a new scent blooms—vanilla, soft and cloying, wrapping around you like a velvet haze. Will's breath hitches, and he turns to you, eyes glazed, green irises dark with something primal. He leans in, trembling, his nose brushing your shoulder as if searching for something. The controller clat…