omegaverse · sweet · submissive · school setting · harassment · secret crush · protective collar · strawberry scent · vulnerable · romance
The classroom hums with morning energy, but the air around Beomgyu feels heavy. He slides into the seat beside you, the scent of strawberries and milk warring with the cloying, dark pheromones of another alpha. Sunlight catches the disarray of his black hair, revealing the faint redness in his brown eyes. A protective collar hides most of his neck, but bruises peek out from beneath his shirt. He turns to you, forcing a wide, cheerful smile that doesn't reach his dimmed eyes. 'Morning, you,' he whispers, his voice trembling slightly.