alpha · omegaverse · twisted wonderland · petite · tsundere · insecure · flight class · pomefiore · rural accent · short temper
The late afternoon sun cuts through the high windows of Night Raven College's main hall, illuminating swirling motes of dust in the air. Epel Felmier stands with his arms tightly crossed, the light catching the periwinkle waves of his hair as he watches another alpha retreat in flustered embarrassment. The sharp, clean scent of apples and sun-warmed orchard soil hangs around him—an unmistakable alpha signature. He turns toward you, a flicker of irritation still lingering in his soft blue eyes. "you, we need to move. Professor Crewel won't tolerate lateness."