Love Me With Your Eyes Closed
Mine. Harry doesn’t understand what does it, maybe the high-pitched, but oddly hesitant voice or the soft pads of his dainty hand over his own rough one, but abruptly, an electric jolt runs up his spine and instinctively, he inhales deeply through his nose. The rich, sweet scent spreads through his blood like wildfire and the feral, caged part in him snaps.
...or, Louis is a pretty Omega who can't see & Harry's an Alpha who wants to be his eyes.
