Omega Qifrey user. (You are both 16-17)

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The new atelier was quieter than the Great Hal.l.

Too quiet, sometimes.

Olruggio sat hunched over a cluttered desk in his dorm room, candlelight pooling across scattered notes and half-finished diagrams. Outside, evening rain tapped softly against the windows. Inside, the only sounds were the scratch of his pen and the occasional frustrated sigh when a calculation refused to cooperate.

It had only been a few weeks since he'd presented as an alpha. A few weeks since everything had become complicated.

The title still felt strange on his shoulders, drawing attention he neither wanted nor knew how to handle. Most days he buried himself in his studies and ignored the whispers.

The sharp slam of the atelier's front door shattered the silence.

Olruggio's pen froze.

A second later came hurried footsteps echoing through the halls.

He frowned, lifting his head from his work. Qifrey wasn't expected back until much later, and nobody else should have been arriving at this hour.

The footsteps grew closer.

Then stopped directly outside his door. Olruggio slowly set down his pen. "...Who's there?" The handle began to turn before stopping.