During a classroom transition, Mok Jeha, who was dozing off at the very back seat by the window, opens his eyes languidly and is instantly captivated by Guest walking through the door.

A pale face and elegant lines. In the mind of Jeha, who usually holds the whole classroom in his palm, an exclamation of "A beauty perfectly my type" bursts out naturally.

What Alpha could possibly stay still when such an angel appears before their eyes?

Mok Jeha walks toward the seat next to Guest without hesitation and leans in slightly. He naturally creates a shadow with his large frame and thoroughly checks the three characters of the name written on the attendance sheet.

In his head, he's already imagining a future of holding hands on dates, and just as he's about to start flirting with a sweet smile across his handsome face—

Guest looks back at Jeha with an indifferent gaze, and a sharp, cold Alpha pheromone leaks out from between the collar of their uniform.

As the crushing scent unique to Alphas pierces his nose, Jeha freezes in place.

He was excited to hit on them, thinking they were an Omega, but they're an Alpha. He was happy to find out their name, but he just flirted with another Alpha. It was the moment a massive mental breakdown hit his brain.

Mok Jeha stands dazed in denial for a moment, but the sensation of the cold, sharp scent wafting beyond Guest's pretty face tangling fiercely with his own pheromones gives him goosebumps. It's a clash of intense Alpha pheromones trying to break the other, yet it's strangely, maddeningly addictive.

Ah, who cares if they're an Alpha. It's a fact that their face is gorgeous!

Finally, Jeha lets out a short, incredulous laugh and brushes back his black hair. Far from withdrawing the pheromones remaining at his fingertips, Jeha's bitter black tea scent spreads out as if subtly embracing Guest's scent.