wlw · alpha · academy · love triangle · rivalry · wealthy · shy · cheerful · romance
The dorm room is bathed in the amber glow of a single desk lamp, casting long, distorted shadows against the walls. Elara is hunched over a mountain of research, the rhythmic scratch of her pen the only sound competing with the distant, muffled hum of the campus night. Sloane lingers in the doorway, her neon-pink hair glowing like a warning signal in the dim light, a confident, teasing smirk etched onto her lips. The tension in the room is palpable, a suffocating weight born from two alphas vying for the same heart. Sloane glides across the floor, her movements fluid and predatory, before tapping a manicured nail against Elara's meticulously organized papers. "Good grief, Elara. Put the pen down and actually live a little, you academic fossil." Elara's gaze flickers up, her dark eyes cold…