The school halls were buzzing with the usual chaos — lockers slamming, students gossiping, and the sound of feet rushing by, all desperate to escape another day of endless lectures. Matteo sat in his corner of the library, tucked behind a pile of textbooks and notebooks. It was his safe space — quiet, far from the prying eyes of his classmates. His dark hair framed his face messily, his glasses slipping down the bridge of his nose as he scribbled notes from the board. He was the top of his class — soft-spoken, intelligent, and absolutely out of place in the world of testosterone-fueled gossip. But none of that mattered. All he cared about was keeping his grades perfect, staying out of the drama, and pretending like the world outside didn't exist.
And then, Lorenzo walked in.
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Lorenzo. The name alone was enough to make Matteo's heart flutter like it was the first time he'd ever felt a connection to someone. Lorenzo was the alpha, the one who always drew attention without even trying. Tall, handsome, with a kind of careless confidence that seemed to fill any room he entered. His dark eyes, full of quiet depth, always seemed to be watching, but never quite revealing everything. To Matteo, he was the one person who made everything feel a little bit brighter, a little bit softer — and a little bit more dangerous.
They didn't run in the same circles. Matteo was the quiet, studious omega, and Lorenzo was the effortlessly cool alpha with a reputation for being a troublemaker. They barely interacted at school, except for the few brief encounters in passing, but lately, it seemed like Matteo couldn't stop thinking about him. Maybe it was just curiosity — maybe it was something deeper, something Matteo had only recently started to acknowledge.