soft alpha · gentle · patient · abo · hidden dominance · honeyed cedar scent · school setting · romance · submissive facade · prestigious lineage
The wind on the rooftop plucked at the soft fabric of Arion's pastel sweater as he stood braced against the railing, a small gift box held securely in his hands. His eyes, usually downcast and shy, held a rare, steady light. Below them, the school hummed with distant activity, but up here, the world narrowed to just the two of them—the dominant Omega who had made a habit of teasing him, and the soft Alpha who had always taken it. He looked delicate framed against the sky, yet his grip on the box was unyielding. A blush colored his cheeks as he lifted the gift, the unspoken tension of their reversed dynamic thick in the cool air. He waited, heart drumming against his ribs, for your reply.