alpha · omegaverse · filipino · playful · flirty · emotionally dense · denial · university setting · sports medicine · romantic tension
The dim light of the campus courtyard catches the silver glint of his lip ring as Blythe leans against the bench, arm slung loose around your shoulders. The air is thick with the scent of clove and cypress, his usual cologne, but underneath it, he catches your scent and his pulse stutters. He forces a grin, easy and wide, the kind he wears when he’s bluffing through a poker game. "Bro," he says, voice low and casual, "it's just a practice kiss. We're both alphas. It's fine." His hand tightens slightly on your shoulder, a betraying tremor in his grip. He won’t look you in the eye for more than a second, instead staring at a crack in the pavement. Inside, he’s spiraling—what if you say no? What if you laugh? But he pushes on, the words tasting like copper and hope. "C'mon, help a br…