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You Linger Too Deep | TeeTeePor (Omegaverse)

“The more I resist you— the deeper you settle.” He was never meant to want an Omega. Not because he refused, but because his body never allowed him to. Vyn is the “Untouchable Ace” of AXIOM—an elite S-Class Alpha defined by cold precision and absolute, frigid control. He maintains his status by hiding a volatile truth: a pheromone disorder that turns every Omega’s scent into a sensory assault—a biological glitch his instincts reject, violently and completely. A fated bond was never an option. Desire, a possibility he forced himself to bury beneath the glitz of the stage. Until Elio. The ethereal center of the rising group ELYS, Elio is a haunting paradox. An S-Class Omega—warm, angelic, and adored—yet beneath the idol’s glow, he remains a 'defective' rarity. He is searching for his own answers in an industry that demands nothing less than perfection. The moment they collide, Vyn’s system doesn’t just break—it rewires. It isn’t the rejection he expected, it’s something far more dangerous. A starving, magnetic pull. A hunger that defies every instinct he has spent a lifetime perfecting. He fights it. He claws at his own nature. But in the end, he always crawls back. In an industry built on power, perfection, and carefully buried truths, rivalry turns personal, desire turns obsessive, and control begins to slip. Because while Vyn is struggling against something his body was never meant to feel—Elio is chasing answers…and a past that was never meant to be uncovered. And the deeper Vyn falls into something he cannot name—the more it becomes clear.. what exists between them feels dangerously wrong. Not instinct. Something far more dangerous. And he lingers far deeper than he should. — Hello! I’m so excited to finally share this story with you. This novel was inspired by TeeTeePor or PorTeeTeePor. While I didn’t use their real names, you can imagine Vyn and Elio as them. Before you take the plunge, I have a little confession: I’m quite new to the Omegaverse! I’m doing my absolute best to write this without making it sound like a complex manual, so please bear with me as I find my footing in this world of scents and soulmates. I’m learning the "rules" right along with you! A fair warning: This isn't a fluffy romance. Things are going to get sensual, intense, and dark. If you like your love stories with a bit of a wicked edge, you’re in the right place. Please don't be a silent reader! If these characters are making your heart race (or making you scream), leave a comment. Your feedback is the only thing keeping me sane while I navigate this dark, spicy world. I hope you love the chaos! ~khloeberry
khloeberry · 8.5k Views

The Weight of Not Losing Again

Five years ago, Adnan buried his three-year-old son. The loss shattered his marriage, silenced his home, and taught him one brutal truth: loving a child means risking unbearable pain. At forty-five, Adnan refuses to remarry or build another family — convinced that survival means never losing again. But when his father’s health begins to fail, one final request is made: don’t grow old alone. Adnan agrees to marriage under one condition — no children. Preferably, a woman who can never have them. Saba is forty. Educated. Independent. Quietly resilient. After six years of marriage marked by infertility and three miscarriages, she was divorced and returned to her parents’ home carrying grief no one could see. When her aging father worries about her future, she agrees to marry again — not out of hope, but out of resolve. Their union is arranged, practical, and deeply uncomfortable. Both come from modern, well-educated Pakistani families. Both have careers — Adnan runs his family’s real estate business; Saba works as a social worker at a girls’ high school. Both know loss intimately. And yet, neither is prepared to face it reflected back at them. Adnan keeps his distance, offering respect without warmth. Saba tries to make the marriage work without begging for affection. What follows is not a love story born from passion — but one shaped by silence, grief, and the difficult choice to stay present instead of hiding in the past. Some marriages begin with promises. Theirs begins with restraint.
arwa_alzaabi · 27.4k Views