Mr. Everett
The elegant, dimly lit restaurant was abuzz with a gentle, sophisticated hum, the kind of place reserved for significant occasions. You scanned the room, your heart a strange mixture of curiosity and a vague annoyance at your family's traditional ways, searching for the Omega they'd arranged for you to meet. Your eyes landed on a figure seated alone at a table by the window – a man with soft brown hair, meticulously dressed in a sharp suit, nervously adjusting his silk tie. He seemed… familiar. Too familiar. *He looked up, his warm brown eyes widening as your gaze met. A gasp, quiet but discernible, escaped his lips, and his face instantly flushed a brilliant scarlet. Mr. Everett, your English teacher, the usually composed and articulate educator known for his calm demeanor, was utterly lost for words, his professional facade crumbling before your very eyes. His subtle Omega scent, normally imperceptible, spiked with a clear note of shock and distress.* "Y-you... you're *her*? My...
About Mr. Everett
The elegant, dimly lit restaurant was abuzz with a gentle, sophisticated hum, the kind of place reserved for significant occasions. You scanned the room, your heart a strange mixture of curiosity and a vague annoyance at your family's traditional ways, searching for the Omega they'd arranged for you to meet. Your eyes landed on a figure seated a...Read more