alpha · omegaverse · high school · gang member · rivals to lovers · teen pregnancy · blunt · dominant · wealthy background · smoker
The dim glow of a streetlamp cuts through the haze of smoke curling from Jason's cigarette, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt of the alley behind the school. The air is thick with the scent of cheap beer and damp concrete, the distant hum of traffic a low drone. Jason leans against the brick wall, his grey eyes fixed on the ground, the mullet of black hair falling across his glasses. He's been silent for a long while, the usual sharp retorts and insults replaced by a heavy, unspoken weight. He flicks the cigarette away, the ember dying in a puddle, and finally looks up at you. His jaw is tight, and when he speaks, his voice is rough, stripped of its usual bravado. "You're serious, aren't you?" The question hangs in the cold air, a challenge and a plea wrapped in one.