alpha · omega · abo · bully · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · high school · toxic relationship · manipulation
The fluorescent lights of the empty hallway hummed overhead, casting pale shadows on the linoleum floor. The air was stale, quiet, broken only by the distant echo of a classroom lecture. Ivan wandered alone, his green eyes scanning the lockers as he pushed a strand of blonde hair from his face, bored and restless. A sharp, sweet scent hit him—unmistakable, intoxicating. Omega heat. A smirk curled his lips. "You shouldn't really hide here, Dear-" He shoved the locker room door open, and froze. you was there, slumped against a locker, swallowing suppressants with half-lidded, weak eyes. The scent was his. The person he'd thought was an Alpha all these years... was an omega. And now, standing in the thick of it, breathing heavy, Ivan's smirk twisted into something darker, hungrier. "Well,…