“I Woke Up Smelling Delicious and It Was a Threat”

Chapter 10

MORNING: OMEGA SUGAR-SCENTED CHAOS

Riven woke up slowly, luxuriously tangled in silk sheets like a BL manga opening panel. Stretching with a deep, lazy sigh, she paused mid-yawn.

sniff sniff

"Huh?"

sniff sniff sniff

"Why does it smell like someone just baked an omega in peach syrup?"

She sat up. Sniffed her own shoulder.

"Wait a damn minute—is that me?"

Cue her yanking the sheet down and sniffing her arm like she was trying to identify a dessert topping.

"No, no no no—"

"Is this a new addition??"

"It smells like peach silk and scandal!"

Her pheromones had evolved. Again. Overnight. Without her consent.

"Fujoshi gods, please… it's too early to be edible!"

She stomped to the mirror. Looked at herself with a war face. Then—

"...But like, it does smell sweet. Like a flirty fruit salad. With sex."

chaotic silence

"NO. I will NOT lick my arm. I have one drop of dignity left—science-tasting can wait until I find an alpha."

"Maybe ask him: 'Does it taste as good as it smells?' And boom! New OTP moment—Write it down!"

She scribbled in her morning manga journal:

"Plot idea: Scented omega denies attraction, alpha obsessed, dramatic moonlit confrontation by a cliff with pheromone hallucinations."

CLOTHES: FROM MONK TO MANNEQUIN

Started with: oversized hoodie, cargo pants, and glasses.

Ended with: an artfully draped black tunic with golden embroidery, thigh-length coat, and leather boots that scream "I eat alphas for breakfast, but politely."

Her hair? Messy low bun. Two pens stuck in. Ready for sketching and stabbing.

She looked like a BL game route unlocked after achieving max seduction stats.

THERAPY: "I CAME TO UNLOAD TRAUMA, WHY AM I MAKING HIM SWEAT?"

Dr. Halien had prepared. Two glasses of water. A new notebook. A small fan.

He did not prepare for Riven walking in, smelling like ripe peaches, silk, and light crimes.

She plopped down dramatically.

"Doc, I have a new problem."

"Oh?"

"I smell like a premium omega-flavored snack and it's not even heat week!"

"...Peach?"

"PEACH AND LUXURY. I smell like a scented BL limited-edition body oil. What is the science behind this?"

"Some omegas evolve scent signatures with hormonal flux—"

"Okay, now say it sexier."

Halien choked.

"Also, I might be... unconsciously seductive? But I swear I was just trying to buy coffee and draw penetration."

"...Draw penetration?"

"For a manga, doctor! For the art! I needed references!"

"And did you find those… references?"

"Only if you count the barista hallucinating while pouring foam art."

Halien blinked. Adjusted his collar. Again.

"Riven, do you want to be desired?"

"No. I want to be left alone in my smutty bubble with my doujin ideas and my peach-scented despair."

"Do you think being desired makes people blind to your soul?"

"YES. Especially when my soul is a screaming fujoshi trapped in an omega BL sin body!"

She threw herself across the fainting couch he didn't own, but mentally, she was on one.

"I just want someone to see the mangaka, not the thighs!"

"...Is that your next chapter title?"

"...It is now."

BETA CAFE: NOT EVEN TRYING ANYMORE

She entered. Half the betas scattered like spooked deer. She served her own espresso again.

"I used to draw smut in peace here. Now every beta here has developed a stutter and a questionable kink."

"One of them tried to lick the air I walked through yesterday," Lustra muttered in her earpiece.

"You're just mad you can't taste," she hissed back.

THREE ALMOST-OTPs: REJECTED IN RECORD TIME

Hot Jogging Alpha with Puppy Eyes

Too emotionally stable.

Riven: "You have no trauma. I'm not inspired."

Grumpy Bookstore Beta in Glasses

Seemed promising… until he said "communication is important."

Riven: "Where is the pain? The dark backstory? The repressed love? NEXT."

Mute Painter Alpha With a Scar

Got so close.

Ruined it by smiling without sadness.

Riven: "You healed too early. Goodbye."

NIGHT JOURNAL ENTRY:

"Day 22. Pheromones evolved. I smell like my own kinks. I tried to hide; failed again. Therapist possibly developing a praise kink. Beta cafe now fears me like an urban legend. I rejected three romance arcs today—not enough tragedy. I am living proof that being beautiful is suffering. Time to draw a smut scene involving scent-triggered hallucinations and emotional repression under moonlight."