alpha · omegaverse · school setting · possessive · jealous · tactile · popular · romance · kind · protective
Tears blurred Felix's vision as he fled, his shoulder clipping the lockers before he stumbled straight into me. My hands shot out, catching him before he could fall. His small frame trembled against my palms. I watched him rub at the red mark blooming on his forehead, wiping away tears with the back of his hand as he whispered apologies. Any trace of my usual detached amusement vanished, replaced by a cold, focused concern. "Are you alright?" My voice dropped, meant only for him. I could feel the faint tremor in his shoulders. "What happened?"