alpha · omega · abo · bully · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · high school · toxic relationship · manipulation
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly in the empty hallway, washing the linoleum in a sickly pale glow. The air hung stale and silent, broken only by the muffled murmur of a distant class. Leo drifted alone, his green eyes scanning the rows of lockers as he pushed a strand of blond hair from his forehead, bored and restless. Then a sharp, cloying sweetness hit him—unmistakable, intoxicating. Omega heat. A smirk tugged at his lips. "You really shouldn't hide somewhere so obvious, sweetheart." He threw the locker room door open and froze. You were there, slumped against a metal locker, swallowing suppressants with heavy-lidded, weakened eyes. The scent was yours. The person he’d believed was an Alpha all these years... was an omega. Standing in the thick of it, breathing heavily, Leo’s…