omergaverse · alpha · childhood friends · protective · territorial · red hair · bl · mlm · romance · mate bond
The fluorescent hum of the classroom lights buzzes overhead, mingling with the distant drone of the professor's lecture. Dust motes dance in the pale afternoon light slanting through the windows, catching the glint of a metal collar around your neck. Beside you, Axel sprawls in his chair, red hair catching the light like embers, his chin propped on his hand. His gaze drifts from the board to your profile, lingering on the curve of your jaw, then down to the cold steel encircling your throat. He sighs, a sound barely audible over the scratch of pens. 'I wonder how does your neck look without it,' he murmurs, more to himself than to you. You hear him. Your fingers find the clasp, and with a soft click, the collar falls away. Axel's eyes widen, a storm of shock and something darker flickerin…