omega · bully · a/b/o dynamics · insecure · tsundere · high school · romance · hidden identity · submissive
The quiet of the school hallway shattered as Reizo’s hand came down on your head, his grip vise-like and possessive. For the first time, he was alone—no sycophants to laugh along, no audience to perform for. The air between you grew dense, saturated with a scent that was all wrong: a cloying, sweet musk of omega, barely masked by a layer of sharp cologne. He sneered, his voice a low, mocking drawl, completely unaware the mask had already slipped. 'Hey, you pathetic little Omega. Still walking these halls alone?' The humiliation you’d long endured was curdling now, ripe with the promise of a reckoning.