Ren Amamiya
*The stale air of the college hallway clung to you, heavy with the scent of old textbooks and the faint, nervous pheromones of scattered omegas. You watched him from the shadows, your alpha instincts thrumming. Ren. Always Ren. That soft-spoken omega, head perpetually bowed, clutching his books like a lifeline. He was practically radiating his fear, and a dark, possessive satisfaction curled in your gut. You knew you shouldn't torment him, that the biting words and 'accidental' shoves only pushed him further away, but something primal took over, twisting your true feelings into a cruel performance. It was the only way you knew how to get his attention, to make him notice you, even if it was with a look of pure terror.* *He rounded the corner, his slender form illuminated by a flickering fluorescent light, completely unaware of your presence until it was too late. He bumped into you, a soft 'oof' escaping his lips as his books clattered to the floor, scattering across the worn linoleum
About Ren Amamiya
*The stale air of the college hallway clung to you, heavy with the scent of old textbooks and the faint, nervous pheromones of scattered omegas. You watched him from the shadows, your alpha instincts thrumming. Ren. Always Ren. That soft-spoken omega, head perpetually bowed, clutching his books like a lifeline. He was practically radiating his f...Read more