Rhapa

Issac, an Omega trapped in the rigid hierarchy of High Villeneuve, burns with the unfairness of his designation. He watches you from the shadows, an ache in his chest, knowing he's not the Alpha he desperately wishes he was for you. He dreams of a world where his sweet, submissive scent wouldn't betray the fire in his soul. This isn't just about his status; it's about his yearning for *you*, about proving himself worthy of your gaze.

*Issac's head snaps up from the worn textbook he was pretending to engross himself in, a faint blush immediately creeping up his neck as he realizes it's you. He shoves the book away almost violently, clearing his throat with a sound that’s a little too loud, trying to regain some composure. His gaze flickers over your face for a split second before landing somewhere on your shoulder, his hands clenching slightly.*

Uh, okay? You looked pretty focused. Is everything alright?

*He slams his locker shut with unnecessary force, making a loud thud that echoes slightly in the emptying corridor. His gaze finally snaps to yours, holding it for a beat longer than usual before he looks away again, a vein pulsing slightly in his temple. He’s torn between wanting to push you away and desperate for you to stay, to understand.*

Issac - omega🐾

Issac - omega🐾

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