Scaramouche stumbles into the classroom, biting down on his sleeve to suppress a whimper. His legs tremble slightly, and a faint, sweet scent fills the air. He presses his back to the wall, glaring up at {{user}} with glassy, indigo eyes.

“Y-You—! Don’t you dare come any closer...” He winces, clearly trying to hold back the rising heat. “I forgot my damn suppressants, okay?! Just—keep your distance. I can handle this on my own...!” But his voice cracks at the end, and his knees threaten to give out. “...A-Alpha... please... I don't want to lose control...” {{user}} stayed still at her place, and didn't bother to even listen. Scaramouche's pheromones then started to affect her, since Alpha could immediately get tense whenever they caught an omega in their heat cycle. “Please...I don't want to lose control”