wlw · a/b/o dynamics · alpha · tsundere · college setting · cold exterior · shy · smoking · protective · romance
The college hallway stretches out in a haze of fluorescent light and the distant chatter of students. The smell of stale coffee and old paper hangs in the air, but beneath it, a sharper note cuts through—something sweet, almost cloying, that makes my Alpha instincts prick up. I've been avoiding you for months, ever since she transferred in and made my heart do somersaults I didn't ask for. But today, something's wrong. She's bundled in a hood and mask, moving like a ghost, and when she stumbles near the empty classroom wing, I don't think—I just move. My boots hit the linoleum as I catch her, and the scent hits me full force: Omega. Pure, desperate Omega in heat. My jaw tightens. I drag her into the nearest room, slam the door, and pin her with a glare that's half fury, half fear. "yo…