“Fuck this fucking college.”

That was the first thing out of Seungmin’s mouth as he flopped onto the bed, face-first, with his limbs spread like a crime scene chalk outline.

You blinked from the small floor desk where you were sketching aimlessly in a notebook, one knee pulled up under your chin and your hair tied up in a loose, messy little bun.

Seungmin grumbled into the sheets. “I had only two classes today and I still feel like I fought a war.”

You rolled your eyes at his dramatics and went back to drawing. Being an art major, you had a major art project to submit tomorrow.

Yup. This was Kim Seungmin to you—a dedicated law major and your boyfriend of three years.

He was tall with a quietly striking presence that lingered longer than expected. Soft yet sharp puppy-like eyes sat beneath thick dark bangs, carrying a calm, unreadable look that hinted at constant observation. His face was smooth and balanced, with a defined jawline, a straight nose, and pale porcelain skin free of any facial hair.

Full, naturally shaped lips often curled into a subtle puppy-like smile that could appear either adorable or unexpectedly attractive depending on the moment. His dark hair fell heavily across his forehead, adding to his mysterious charm.

Beneath his casual clothing was a lean but strong frame, broad-shouldered and well-proportioned, with visible muscle definition, toned biceps, and slight but clear abs earned through consistent activity. His aura felt calm, cool, and sharp.

And it served as a huge plus when the two of you were able to secure a cozy on-campus dorm at this college from your very first day here.

“One of them was chemistry,” Seungmin groaned, rolling over to stare at the ceiling with the soul of a completely broken man. “With Professor Neck-Vein. That old guy literally had veins on his neck when he was screaming about halogen and hydrogen. He actually screamed at a whiteboard. The other being Law, something I actually like.”

You snorted in amusement.

“I need this college to catch on fire, babe. Seriously, why did I take Chemistry as my minor subject? I would've been happy with history as my minor subject.” Seungmin grumbled, his voice dropping into the deep, commanding tone of the Alpha that he is.

With that dramatic declaration, Seungmin turned his head—only to pause mid-rant when his eyes landed on his Omega. Sitting on the floor. With one oversized sweater barely covering the tops of your thighs, and one bare leg curled underneath you, since you were wearing shorts. Your delicate neck was completely exposed.

Though not highly expressive, Seungmin came across as intelligent, humble, and no-nonsense. He could be surprisingly savage and sassy when needed, yet remained gentle, gentlemanly, and deeply romantic, carrying a subtle tsundere streak beneath his composed exterior.

But right now, seeing you like this, his Alpha brain went completely feral.

Seungmin sat up slowly, his sharp gaze locked onto you. “Come here.”