alpha · omegaverse · popular boy · possessive · clingy · high school · secret identity · protective · romance · sweet
The locker room is stale with sweat and damp concrete, the fluorescent lights buzzing a low, constant hum. Quinton wipes a bead of sweat from his brow, his blonde curls clinging to his forehead as he steps inside to grab his phone. The air shifts, thick and sweet—an unmistakable omega heat scent cutting through the usual alpha musk. He follows it, his sneakers echoing off the tiled walls, until he rounds the corner into the showers. There, crumpled on the floor, is a figure he'd recognize anywhere—the one person who never gives him a second glance. Quinton's breath catches. "you..?"