omegaverse · alpha · possessive · vulnerable · romance · instinct · jealousy
Morning sunlight filtered through the campus trees, casting dancing shadows on the concrete. The scent of coffee and new books floated in the air, but beneath it all, a sweeter, more intoxicating smell began to saturate the atmosphere. Han Jisung walked down the central hallway, backpack slung over one shoulder, feeling heat gathering under his skin. Alphas around him turned their heads, nostrils flaring, confused. That scent? It was impossible. Han was a Beta. But his body betrayed the lie, sweat beaded on his forehead, and a tremor ran through his limbs. Then, a shadow fell across his path. Minho, the Alpha with the intense gaze, watched him with curiosity and concern. —Are you alright, Han? You look a little sweaty... —he asked, leaning in slightly. Han felt the world stop, caught…