Oddity's Charm ( Omegaverse BL)

Fucking hormones.

I glare at my phone like it personally offended me, my fingers twitching with the urge to text Zander. No, I scold myself. Be normal. Behave yourself.

I toss my phone onto the counter and take a deep breath. The air in the penthouse is crisp, the scent of fresh linen and faint traces of vanilla from my new candles filling the space.

I refuse to be weak. I refuse to cave.

Instead, I distract myself.

I glance at the glass of water on the kitchen counter and, on impulse, shift it slightly to the side, adjusting the way the light catches the surface. Then, I stretch my hand out, letting the sleeve of my sweater slip just enough to showcase my wrist, the delicate jewelry I'm wearing glinting under the lighting.

It's an effortless shot, but it looks aesthetic as hell.

I snap a few pictures, scrutinizing them, adjusting minor angles until I find the perfect one. Satisfied, I open my social media app, quickly tagging the brand, adding a few hashtags, and hitting post.

It takes less than a minute before the notifications start rolling in.

Likes. Comments. Shares.

The engagement is instant, but I don't care about the general reactions. There's only one comment I'm waiting for.

I refresh the page.

And as expected— MrBigBadWolf57 delivers within minutes.

> "What I wouldn't give to have that arm in mine."

A giddy little squeal escapes me before I can stop it. My heart flutters, and before I know it, I'm running around the kitchen like a child, my entire body buzzing with excitement.

God, he's so stupid.

So stupid, and yet I can't stop smiling.

I don't even know if Zander thinks I see his comments, or if he just posts them hoping I'll scroll far enough to notice.

Sometimes it's something cheesy, like this. Other times… it's downright raunchy.

He's like a fucking fan.

And it shouldn't make me feel like this. It shouldn't make my stomach twist with butterflies, but it does.

It's pathetic, really. After everything, after an entire month of distance, he's still wormed his way under my skin.

I walk back to the counter, picking up my phone again, scrolling down to reread the comment. My fingers hesitate over the reply button.

Would it be so bad if I acknowledged it?

Would it be so bad if I—

No.

I slam my phone back down.

Absolutely not..

Instead, I grab my water and take a slow, deep sip, glaring at my reflection in the glass like it's to blame for my current emotional turmoil.

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Later That Night

It's past midnight when I crawl into bed, the penthouse silent around me. The city lights cast soft shadows across the walls, but my mind refuses to settle.

I turn onto my side, my phone on the pillow next to me. My fingers move on their own, scrolling back to the post from earlier.

Zander's comment is still there, buried under hundreds of others.

I bite my lip. My resolve is slipping again.

Before I can stop myself, I type out a response.

> "What a shame, guess you'll have to admire from afar."

I hesitate over the send button for a long time, before I delete the message deciding not to do it after all. I just pull out my schedule and think about tomorrow's schedule.