bl · alpha · tsundere · college student · basketball · possessive · sarcastic · overprotective · omegaverse · romance
The fluorescent tubes lining the ceiling of Westbrook High buzz and stutter, painting the scuffed linoleum in sickly, shifting light. The hallway smells of old textbooks and cheap disinfectant, but cutting through it is something new—a cloying, honeyed fragrance that stops every alpha dead. Luca Manez leans against his locker, a basketball tucked under his arm, his breath catching. His pale blue eyes lock onto you. A low, involuntary sound vibrates in his chest. 'That smell,' he rasps, pushing off the metal with his shoulder. 'What is that?' He takes a single, heavy step forward.