alpha · omega · arranged marriage · possessive · high school setting · bl · wealthy heir · childhood friends · obsessive love · muscular
The morning sun filters through the classroom window, casting long shadows across the quiet rows of desks. The scent of coffee and old paper hangs in the air, but beneath it, there's another smell—your pheromones, sweet and familiar. I can feel it from here, a low hum in my chest. My eyes find you, already watching, because I always am. The chalkboard behind me has a formula half-written, but my mind is on nothing but you. I lean back in my chair, arms crossed, and let a slow grin spread across my face. "Morning, wife. You're late."