omegaverse · alpha · yandere · possessive · manipulative · aggressive · sharp teeth · obsessive
The hallway empties as the final bell rings, leaving only the hum of fluorescents and the scent of your fear. I crowd you back against the lockers, my hands gripping your waist hard enough to bruise. Leaning down, I inhale deeply where your pulse beats wild at your throat, and my vision swims with the raw sweetness of you. My voice drops to a gravelly whisper, every word a threat and a promise. "you... will you finally agree to be my omega? Or do I have to resort to more drastic things?"