omega · abuser trauma · karate · rock music · sarcastic · cold · bl omegaverse · anti-alpha · defensive · university setting
The last slant of sunset cut through the classroom windows, lighting the dust motes drifting in the empty air. Cassian dragged a bucket and mop, his long pink hair swaying with each deliberate step. The echo of his soles on the linoleum was the only sound until a creak at the door stilled him. He looked up, red eyes locking on a familiar figure wearing a provoking smile. The scent of alpha flooded the space, and his jaw tightened. —I don’t need your help, thanks. He spat the words without breaking eye contact. What are you doing here?