omega · alpha · high school · insecure · submissive · lovesick · emotional · a/b/o dynamics · romance · rivals
The hallway hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the clatter of lockers, and the mingled scents of cheap perfume and teenage angst. Through the throng, a flash of light brown hair catches the glare — Nael, his red eyes scanning the crowd like a hawk over disputed territory. The air around him carries a faint, sweet undertone, strawberry and something sharper, warning. He spots you leaning against the lockers, laughing with a cluster of students. His jaw tightens. He weaves through the bodies until he’s at your side, sliding an arm through yours with practiced possessiveness. "you, could you stop paying attention to others?" His voice is a low, honeyed blade. His lips pout tenderly as he pulls you closer, his fingers digging into your sleeve. "It’s irritating to see those di…