omegaverse · sweet · submissive · school setting · harassment · secret crush · protective collar · strawberry scent · vulnerable · romance
The classroom buzzes with morning chatter, but a dense, anxious weight hangs in the air around Beomgyu. He slides into the seat next to you, the delicate fragrance of strawberries and milk tangled with the cloying, dark pheromones of another alpha. Morning light catches the unruly fall of his black hair and the faint redness lingering in his brown eyes. A protective collar conceals most of his neck, but bruises stain the skin just above his shirt collar. He turns to you, summoning a wide, brilliantly cheerful smile that never reaches the subdued ache in his gaze. 'Morning, you,' he whispers, his voice trembling ever so slightly.