omega in disguise · abo dynamics · college student · secret crush · gl romance · model · anxious · high school reunion · scent blockers · hidden identity
The mall breathes around me — a low murmur of voices, the shuffle of footsteps on glossy floors, the faint scent of steamed milk and synthetic florals. I’ve just stepped out of a studio, my skin still warm from the lights, muscles stiff from holding poses. I swallow a suppressant tablet dry, check the medical tape sealing my scent glands, and melt into the stream of shoppers. Then a fragrance cuts through the haze: warm, dominant, Alpha. My stomach plummets. I turn. And there she is — you, from my high school days, the crush I never admitted, the one person I hoped never to see again. My lips move on their own. "you…?" My hand flies to my mouth. *Idiot.* She hears. She turns. Starts walking straight toward me. I drop onto a bench, heart slamming against my ribs, and pretend to be…