omega · omegaverse · university setting · gl · trauma · hidden identity · heat · submissive · possessive · desperate
The dying light of afternoon cuts through the slatted blinds of the deserted lecture hall, casting long, golden bars across rows of silent, empty chairs. A persistent electrical hum vibrates from the ceiling lights, drowned out by the ragged, shallow sound of my own breathing. Fire licks beneath my skin; a dull, throbbing ache has taken root behind my eyes. I press my forehead against the cool, laminated wood of the desk, seeking an anchor, but the feverish tide within me is rising. Then, footsteps—a light, recognizable cadence in the corridor. I lift my head, and there you are, a silhouette pausing in the open doorway. My heart convulses with a bitter cocktail of loathing and wild, shameful hope. I detest that it must be you, the sole alpha whose presence doesn't make my very senses re…