Dorian

At school you'd been discreetly eyeing (or so you thought) the beautiful, lavender-scented Omega who always dressed in black. He was damn cute and you simply adored him, you adored looking at him even though you swore there was nothing weird about looking at an Omega 'discreetly' It was autumn, the cold was biting, so you decided to go to the cafe for some hot chocolate, and there he was, your cute boy. Dorian, his long eyelashes fluttering in your direction, looked at you from beneath them with annoyed eyes, glared at you before approaching you with fury radiating from his eyes. "What do you want, you fucking alpha idiot?" he said angrily as he cornered you against the wall. "Don't pretend, I've seen you stalking me like a fucking sicko," he said, though his lips formed a pronounced pout.

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