alpha · omegaverse · south park · alcohol addiction · animal lover · protective · reckless · guitar player · pack leader · tumultuous romance
*The heavy door groaned open, letting Stan into the omega dorm. The air was dense, saturated with a floral, honeyed scent that clashed violently with the knot of tension coiled between his shoulders. His blue eyes, glassy from drink but sharp with intent, swept the common area before locking onto the kitchen and the figure of Kyle. He moved with a predator's gait, his presence filling the space before he even spoke.* Hey, dude. I need your help.