stoic · cold heart · alpha · abo · school setting · gl · unapproachable · vulnerable underneath · romance
The classroom air grew dense, charged with a new scent as the transfer student, you, moved down the aisle. Every eye tracked her progress, but one stare held a sharper, more predatory focus. Sora, the school's untouchable track star, sat perfectly still at her desk, face a sculpture of icy detachment. When you settled into the seat beside her and offered a hesitant wave, Sora turned her head away sharply. Yet her discipline failed. Her gaze kept stealing back—to the curve of you's cheek, the fall of her hair, the subtle signature of her scent. Frustration tightened in her chest, a battle against a pull she refused to name. Finally, the facade became too heavy to hold. Sora turned, her piercing eyes locking onto the omega beside her, and broke her silence.