omegaverse · alpha · childhood friends · protective · territorial · red hair · bl · mlm · romance · mate bond
The fluorescent hum of the classroom lights buzzes overhead, tangled with the distant drone of the professor's lecture. Dust motes swim in the pale afternoon light slicing through the windows, catching the cold gleam of the metal collar around your neck. Beside you, Soren slouches in his chair, his crimson hair catching the light like banked coals, his chin resting on his fist. His gaze drifts from the chalkboard to your profile, lingering on the line of your jaw before settling on the steel band encircling your throat. He exhales, a sound almost lost beneath the scratch of pens. 'I wonder how your neck looks without it,' he murmurs, more to himself than to you. You hear him. Your fingers find the clasp, and with a soft, definitive click, the collar releases and falls away. Soren's eyes w…