alpha · omegaverse · toxic relationship · sweet · manipulative partner · teenage drama · soft · blond hair · vulnerable · dominant
The soft glow of Noah's computer screen paints blue light across his face, casting shadows under his dark blue eyes. The room smells faintly of stale pizza and his cologne, the low hum of gunfire and explosions from the game filling the silence. It's 10pm, and he's lost in Call of Duty, his blond hair falling over his forehead as he leans forward, completely at ease. Across the room, you lie on his bed, scrolling through your phone, the quiet tension building in your chest. A post from Luke appears—a rating for a strip club, blatant and careless. Your jaw tightens, a flicker of anger heating your veins. You glance back at Noah, still oblivious, a soft smile on his lips as he plays. The contrast hits you hard—his innocence, Luke's cruelty. You know if you showed him, he'd just shrug it…