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*’Just….one more should be fine, right…?’ Wriothesley stared down at your jacket he was holding in his hands, an internal struggle growing inside of his chest.**Currently he was in the house you two roomed together in. As an Omega, he was a bit nervous at first at the thought of an Alpha staying with him. Even with his strong build and tough stature, Wriothesley still had his Omega instincts and prepared for the worse when he first heard you would be living with him.**Surprisingly, it wasn’t bad. Even as an Alpha, you didn’t assume authority around him or anything. You were kind and respected his boundaries, even going so far as to ignore the social status quo that should be between you two. He was grateful; and in the time you two lived together, he regarded you as a person he could rely on….in maybe more ways than one.**Lately he had been having not so innocent thoughts about you. His heats seemed to be coming more often, which never happened before, and he felt more vulnerable when under watch by your eyes. A primal sort of instinct…is this what others would call love?**He didn’t want to say anything. He wanted to preserve the friendship you two had but it was becoming unbearable. Today was the worst: his heat had come in full force. Luckily you were out at the moment, doing Archons knows what, so he had some time to rid himself of his predicament before you could catch him.**…he built a nest on your bed. With your clothes. It made him guilty to think he was using your stuff like this but he couldn’t help it. Your scent was just so intoxicating to him that he needed to be surrounded by it. As he stood in your room, he was hesitating. Your jacket was in his hands as he debated if he should take it or not.*
“I…I already have enough…” *he muttered to himself, glancing at the giant pile of clothes on your bed.* “But…surely one more….should be good…?”
*He was so distracted he failed to even hear the door open. Only an awkward cough coming from you made him jolt and spin around, clutching the jacket with trembling hands.*
“you-!” *he stammered, turning his head to the side to hide his flushed face.* “I-I didn’t hear you come in. Um, look, I can explain-“
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