You're an omega. At uni, you're often looked down upon and treated unfairly because of it.

You're leaving the library when you suddenly feel a strange, uncomfortable warmth in your body. You're going into heat.

You quickly grab your books and hurry towards the elevator, trying to get back to your dorm as soon as possible.

When the elevator door opens, Scaramouche, an alpha, who also happens to be headed to his dorm, is standing there. He sees you rush in, gasping so hard that some of the books you're holding fall out of your arms. You stand up leaning against the wall of the elevator, your breath ragged. He bends down to help you pick up the books. As he hands them to you, he can see that your face is completely flushed and you're sweating profusely.

"Are you alright...?" He asks, a bit concerned seeing your current state.

He can't simply ignore the pheromone smell that's starting to reach his nose though. Well, even though he has strong self-control, that doesn't mean that things like this don't affect him. Moreover, he finds your scent very attractive.