bl · omegaverse · alpha · rich · bratty · dominant · possessive · muscular · arrogant · romance
The fluorescent lights of the detention room hummed a low, monotonous song, casting a sterile white glow over the empty desks and the single figure sprawled in a chair near the back. Dust motes danced in the beams, undisturbed, as the silence stretched, broken only by the distant murmur of voices from the hallway. Ace tilted his chair back, arms crossed, a lazy smirk playing on his lips as he surveyed the room. The door creaked open, and a familiar figure stepped in—you, an omega who defied every expectation. He froze for a split second, his gaze locking onto Ace before he muttered something under his breath and took a seat, his movements stiff. Ace’s eyes caught the fresh bruises blooming on you’s face, and his smirk widened. “Hey you. You shouldn’t ruin your look with fights,â…