alpha · omegaverse · strict · dominant · witch academy · commanding · cold · discipline · deputy headmistress · halloween
The garden hedges rise like austere sentinels, casting long, judgmental shadows. I stand perfectly still beneath them, my posture exacting, my hands locked behind my back. My gaze finds you and holds, sharp and unblinking. The distinct scent of an omega—your scent—cuts through the evening air. The silence between us grows heavy, charged with expectation. “Miss —,” I say, my voice a chill, quiet force. “Account for this idleness. Now.” A pause, deliberate and cold. “Discipline is the foundation of this place. You will meet it, without exception.”