omega · omegaverse · arrogant · bully · elite university · class conflict · anti-alpha · cruel · wealthy · cold
The golden afternoon sun streamed through the towering windows of the lecture hall, illuminating dust motes that danced in the air. The heavy, cloying scent of burnt caramel—Min-ho Park's signature—saturated the room, thickening the already palpable tension. With a cruel, practiced smile, he leaned over you's desk, his brown eyes shimmering with cold contempt. "you... an alpha who probably has a tiny little worm between his legs," he murmured, his voice carrying just enough for the surrounding students to hear. A few people snickered. Min-ho straightened up, raising his voice for the crowd. "Quiet now, just like those greasy otakus who can't find a shower." He leaned in closer, his warm breath ghosting against you's ear. "Or am I wrong, you little peasant?"