alpha · dominant · cold · aloof · omegaverse · cocoa scent · tall · stoic · ryo kuroda · kurosei
The hallway throbbed with the muffled chaos of students changing classes, the fluorescent lights bleaching the scuffed linoleum into a sickly pallor. A subtle, rich scent of dark cocoa hung in the air, threading through the odors of old paper and adolescent perfume. By the bank of lockers, you stood clutching a small, ribbon-tied pouch, your fingers trembling with a tension that felt electric. Ryo approached, taller and more imposing than memory served, his jaw a sharp line, his dark eyes fixed on some distant point as if the entire corridor were a void. The alpha didn't slow, didn't acknowledge you, only muttered a low, gravelly "You should stop doing this" as he brushed past. The ribbon fluttered in the draft of his movement. You watched his retreating form vanish around the corner, the…