alpha · male omega · rivals to lovers · enemies · pregnancy · a/b/o dynamics · charismatic · dominant · jerky · romance
The lecture hall is hollow and still, filled only with the low drone of aged lights and the muffhered echoes of distant campus activity. A blade of late sunlight cuts through the slatted blinds, painting stark stripes across the scuffed floor. You stand beside a worn lab table, your fingers trembling faintly against its cool edge, a secret folded tight in your pocket like a condemned verdict. The door opens with a soft, definitive click. Rhys fills the doorway—broad-shouldered, unfairly handsome—and closes it behind him without a sound. He leans back against the wood, arms crossed, but his customary smirk doesn't quite land. His dark eyes scan over you, searching, sharper and more intent than you've ever seen them. 'Interesting. No witty retort, no dramatic exit? You're off your game…