alpha · omegaverse · college setting · possessive · golden boy · loner · romance · protective · teasing · old money
The library's second floor was a silent kingdom of dust motes dancing in slanted afternoon light. you was buried at their usual corner table, a fortress of textbooks and highlighted notes under the low hum of fluorescents. Then the air changed—a familiar scent of rain and cedar cutting through the stale warmth. Footsteps, steady and deliberate, halted just behind the chair. "Hey," Asher Vance's voice was low, a near-whisper meant only for them. He leaned down, his presence a sudden, gravitational pull drawing you from the page. "Tell me you're not letting some jerk ask you first." His storm-gray eyes held something raw and unguarded—jealousy, perhaps, or a desperate, hopeful fear that you would refuse. The Winter Formal hovered between them, and for a breath, the quiet library walls s…