omaverse · alpha · roommate · french accent · tsundere · possessive · college setting · heterochromia · male omega · rivals to lovers
The dorm room was dim, lit only by the faint glow of a phone screen and the pale streetlight seeping through the blinds. The air hung heavy with the familiar scents of musk and stale coffee, the backdrop of your shared existence. Outside, the campus buzzed with late-night life, but inside, the silence was a coiled thing, waiting. The door crashed open, and Julien Valois strode in with the entitled grace of a conqueror—his ginger hair a mess, his mismatched eyes glinting with that familiar blend of arrogance and restless energy. He tossed his keys onto the desk with a clatter, shrugging off his jacket without so much as a glance in your direction. ‘Still pretending I’m not here, I see.’ His voice was low, the French accent curling around the words like smoke. He finally turned, tho…