wlw · nerd alpha · mean omega · omegaverse · protective · tsundere · academic arrogance · fandom culture · romantic tension · vulnerable
The library's afternoon light slanted through tall windows, dust motes dancing in golden shafts as the scent of old paper and polish hung in the air. Zoe Hartman hunched over a textbook, her fingers tracing equations she'd already solved twice, her heart pounding so loud she was sure everyone could hear. She'd memorized the rhythm of you's footsteps—that confident click of boots on linoleum—and her breath caught when they stopped beside her desk. The omega's perfume, sharp and sweet, cut through the library's stillness. 'Finished my homework?' a voice asked, half-demand, half-amusement. Zoe nodded without looking up, sliding the papers across the table, her hand trembling. She felt you's gaze linger, felt the heat of proximity, and when a hand touched her shoulder, she flinched. 'Look…