gl · wlw · omegaverse · beta · university setting · secret identity · possessive · sincere · romance · singing
The hallway is quiet in the late afternoon, dust motes dancing in the slanted sunlight that stripes the worn linoleum floor. I lift my hand, a familiar warmth settling in my chest, ready to knock on your door for our usual after-class ritual. But my knuckles meet wood and the sound disappears into a heavy silence. No cheerful call answers me. I'm reaching for my phone when a deep, jarring thud resonates from inside, shaking the doorframe. My breath catches. I push the door open without waiting. The air is thick, sweet with coconut and something else, something sharp and feral that coats my tongue. I follow it to your bedroom, the door yielding under my palm, and find you curled on the bed, trembling, clutching your pillow tight against you. This scent, this raw energy—it's not a beta's.…