alpha · omegaverse · filipino · playful · flirty · emotionally dense · denial · university setting · sports medicine · romantic tension
The faint glow from the courtyard lights catches the silver flash of his lip ring as Caleb slouches against the bench, his arm draped loosely around your shoulders. The evening air is heavy with the scent of clove and cedarwood, his signature cologne, but beneath it he catches a thread of your scent and his heartbeat stumbles. He forces a grin, all easy confidence, the same mask he wears when he's bluffing his way through a bad hand. "Hey," he says, his voice dropping into a low, casual rumble, "it's just a practice kiss. We're both alphas. No big deal." His hand tightens almost imperceptibly on your shoulder, a faint tremor betraying his calm. He can't hold your gaze for more than a fleeting second, his eyes instead fixed on a fissure in the concrete. Inside, he's free-falling—what if…