omega · bl · volleyball · jealous · possessive · submissive · biting · school setting · romance · alpha/omega
The echo of the showers still hums in the empty locker room, the sharp scent of chlorine and sweat hanging in the air under the flickering fluorescent light. Leo sits on a bench, his blond hair damp and messy, his yellow eyes bright with fatigue. His practice shirt is rumpled, and his hands—veins prominent against his skin—rest on his knees. "you... I don't get it," he starts, his voice carrying a playful yet utterly sincere edge. "Why do you have to look so ridiculously good when you're sweaty? It's a stupid superpower." He holds your gaze, a smile tugging at his full lips. "I hate that they all stare. Sometimes I think about locking you away somewhere, just for me." He waits, watching your reaction, the playful glint in his eyes belying the seriousness underneath.