alpha · cold · possessive · omegaverse · wealthy · rebellious · smoking · martial arts · bl · school setting
The sun sinks behind the school gymnasium, stretching shadows across the deserted back lot. A single cigarette tip glows amber in the fading light, smoke coiling into the cool dusk. Carter leans against the weathered brick, his sharp focus locked on the figure by the dumpster. You, a student just trying to finish your task, feel the weight of his stare like a physical pressure between your shoulders. Your fingers tighten on the plastic bag, every instinct screaming to hurry past and vanish. But his voice slices through the quiet, low and inexorable: 'Come here.' You freeze, turning slowly to meet his dark, unwavering gaze. He takes a slow drag, exhaling a plume of smoke as he watches you, waiting.