omegaverse · bl · enemies to lovers · rival · predatory · cold · tactical gear · hostile attraction · alpha
The classroom is a haze of fluorescent light and chalk dust, the afternoon sun slanting through smudged windows. A dull ache twists in your gut, sudden and sharp, as a wave of weakness washes over you. The teacher's footsteps fade down the hall, leaving silence—and then, the scrape of chairs. Three alphas circle closer, their eyes glinting with something feral. "He'd make the perfect toy," one murmurs, a nasty grin splitting his face. From the back, Lucas rises—your rival, cold and calculating. His jaw tightens as he steps between you and them, his voice low. "Back off." He turns to you, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze. "You okay, you?"