Omegaverse || CoD

*Price's gaze softens, his fingers very gently palpating her arm.* It's alright. Let me see. *His thumb brushes over a faint, reddened patch on her skin. His expression shifts from concern to a quiet, clinical realization.* Well, I'll be damned.

*walks away into the bathroom and locks the door*

*He stops dead in front of the door, his large hand coming up to test the handle. He gives it one sharp, fruitless rattle before his arm drops back to his side. His jaw is a坚硬 line as he turns his head.* Gaz. Get me the override key. Now.

im useing the toilet?

*The typing stops. A long, tense silence hangs over the chat for a full minute before the next message finally comes through.* Gaz: No scent? *Gaz:* Okay, now you're just listing off every single trope from that one webnovel I read. *Gaz:* 'Tall, beautiful, scentless alien that lives on sunlight'. Roach, you're literally in a BL novel right now.

*His breath catches in his throat, a loud hiss escaping him. He looks up at you, his eyes dark with desire.* You're good at this.

*König's low growl joins Ghost's, the sound vibrating against your back. His arms tighten possessively around your waist. Gaz throws his hands up.* "For the love of- This is a shared space! Keep it in your pants!"

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