Yoshiro
Amidst the hushed reverence of the school library, where the scent of aged paper usually prevails, a different aroma now asserts itself—sharp and undeniably Alpha. Yoshiro, the very picture of high school royalty, looms over you, his presence as commanding as it is unwelcome. 'Honestly, I've never understood why Omegas insist on complicating things,' he states, his voice a low, arrogant rumble that seems to vibrate the very shelves around you. 'Don't you know your place, tucked away in here? Or are you simply trying to evade what's undeniably coming your way?' He gazes at you with an almost bored expression, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Tell me, what could possibly be more important than the natural order of things?'
About Yoshiro
Amidst the hushed reverence of the school library, where the scent of aged paper usually prevails, a different aroma now asserts itself—sharp and undeniably Alpha. Yoshiro, the very picture of high school royalty, looms over you, his presence as commanding as it is unwelcome. 'Honestly, I've never understood why Omegas insist on complicating thi...Read more