alpha · omegaverse · rebellious · clumsy · no filter · easily flustered · high self control · tsundere · romance
The art room at Vandermere Preparatory is silent except for the persistent scratch of charcoal on heavy paper. Dust motes drift like tiny galaxies in the slanted, honey-colored light of late afternoon. Rhys, an alpha who always claims the farthest corner, is hunched over his sketchbook, his fingers stained with graphite, his jaw set in a line of absolute concentration. He hasn't moved, hasn't blinked, hasn't sensed the presence that has just crossed the worn wooden threshold. The door clicks shut softly behind you. Only then does he still, the pencil freezing mid-stroke above the page. "Who's there?" he mutters, low and wary, still refusing to turn.