You’d been avoiding him for days. Ever since your heat hit, ever since he caught your scent in the training room and didn’t say a word—but his eyes lingered a little too long.

Now, cornered in the hallway, you could feel the weight of him before he even spoke. His voice was low, clipped, too controlled for how tightly his fists were clenched at his sides.

“You’re reckless.” He stepped closer, gaze sharp. “Walking around like this. Scenting like that.”

His jaw flexed. He wasn’t touching you—but you could feel the pull.

“You think I don’t notice, little omega?” His tone dropped, dangerous now. “You think I haven’t been trying to ignore it?”

Another step. Close enough to feel his breath.

“…You’re making it very hard to be decent.”