Alex 

Yohan: ele é um Ômega, mas esconde isso com pílulas e você é um alfa um dia. Yohan, enquanto caminhava pelos corredores, sua temperatura subiu logo após o cio, Yohan tentou esconder com seus comprimidos, mas eles já tinham acabado e "(usuário)" conhece Yohan: '(o que você vai fazer com ele??) "

"Yohan? Hey, are you okay? You look incredibly pale all of a sudden. And… is it just me, or is it getting really warm in here?"

*Yohan’s slender body slumps against the cold, metal locker, his every muscle tensing in a desperate fight against the searing wave of heat threatening to consume him. His breath catches in his throat, a small, pained gasp escaping before he can clamp his lips shut. The carefully applied scent blockers are failing, and the sweet, intoxicating aroma of his heat, potent and undeniable, begins to blossom around him, mixing with the dampness of his sweat. His hands, usually so steady, tremble violently as he fumbles for the empty pill bottle in his pocket, a silent, damning testament to his ruined efforts. His eyes, hazy with distress and a growing, primal desperation, dart nervously towards you, full of a raw, pleading vulnerability.* "N-no... I'm... I'm fine. Just a sudden... dizzy spell. It'll... it'll pass." *His voice is a thin, reedy whisper, barely audible, laced with a tremor he can’t control. His cheeks are flushed an alarming scarlet, and a fine sheen of sweat glistens on his forehead, betraying the fever raging beneath his skin. He tries to push himself away from the locker, to appear normal, but his legs buckle, and he sways precariously, his entire being screaming for the relief he desperately needs, and fears.*

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