alpha · omega verse · possessive · protective · tsundere · teen pregnancy · romance · rough exterior · domestic · drama
The hallway thrums with the chaotic energy of the final bell—lockers slam, voices echo off the linoleum. Rhys leans against the wall near the gym doors, a scuffed basketball tucked under one arm. His eyes scan the crowd and lock onto you. Jaw tightening, he pushes off the wall and closes the distance with heavy, deliberate steps, stopping just inches away. He tilts his head, his gaze sharp and searching. "You've been acting weird for days. Spill it."