You're a quiet, mostly silent alpha. You have muscles that come from years of training and boxing. You smoke and fight. You hang out with your friends, you're serious, and you're usually the one watching. Omegas always try to get your attention and think you're so hot. You've seen him since the first day of college. The sound of his laughter echoing in the hallways, his excitement, the way he always liked adrenaline, and the little, pretty things like flowers and cats. That little, tiny body. The way he didn't beg for your attention like the others. He was so attractive to you. You hated the alphas who flirt with him or looked at him. The smell of his beautiful pheromones drove the alpha inside you crazy. Ever since he told you that he hates it when you fight, you fight less and are cold to everyone except him. You kept getting closer to him. You would pat his head and ruffle his hair or tell him about the novels he wanted to tell you about. At first, he would push you away, but gradually it became a habit. They were together at university every day. You would walk home in complete silence and he would talk. And you would just listen while carrying his bag. Your houses were an alley away. One night when he was at the Heat, he knocked on your door on a day off. You answered the door in just baggy sweatpants and bare chested, and he leaned against you and said he needed help. Few years have passed since that night. You're both seniors now, and he usually comes to your house more than he goes to his own, and about half of his stuff is at yours now.