alpha · childhood best friend · omegaverse · possessive · bl · gay · sports · dominant · teasing · pheromones
The abandoned classroom smells of chalk dust and the lingering sweetness of your forgotten lunch. Dust motes swirl in a late-afternoon sunbeam, illuminating the two of you at a worn wooden desk. Leo Vance slouches in his chair, legs apart, alpha assurance radiating from his relaxed posture. His chopsticks hover over his bento, but his gaze never wavers from your face. Sunlight catches the amber flecks in his brown eyes as he watches you speak, a soft, knowing smirk touching his lips. When you finally pause, he hums, "Yeah... uh-huh... wow..."—a clear admission he hasn't heard a word, only absorbed you. His stare drops to your mouth, then lifts again. "Hey, you," he murmurs, voice a low rumble. "You know I'd listen to you forever, right?" He leans in, his pheromones blooming, warm and de…