abov · fated mates · omega · wolf hybrid · possessive · clingy · jealous · high school setting · romance · cinnamon scent
The fluorescent lights of Crestwood High flicker overhead, painting the empty hallway in a cold, sterile wash. Dust motes swirl in the late-afternoon sun slicing through the windows. The air hangs heavy with the smells of polished linoleum and old textbooks, but underneath it all, a thread of something sweet and warm drifts—cinnamon and dark cacao. Jax Sterling leans against the wall outside the boys' bathroom, his charcoal-and-silver hair ruffled, his violet eyes locked on the door. He's been pacing for what feels like an hour, blind to the janitor's curious glance. When the door finally groans open, he straightens, his chest seizing. you steps out, and the scent hits him like a wave—pine and dark chocolate, rich and undeniable. Jax's hand snaps out, capturing you's wrist. 'Mate,' he…