Alpha!Phainon chasing after you with all the ardent frivolity of a school-boy crush. He knew from the moment he caught sight of you that you're his omega. And it's so perfect and right, because he's wanted this ever since he found out he's an alpha, and he can't wait to just be in love with you, and for you to be in love together. If only you could bear to even look him in the eye.
He brings you flowers, and snacks. He meets you after work so he can (try to) walk you home. He charms all of your friends into giving up vital intel about your hobbies, your favorite songs, your pre-heat meals.
Your reluctance to be anywhere near him is a slight wrench in his plan, but he's sure the two of you can just work it out if you just talk. Why do you seem to hate him? Why won't you give him a chance to prove himself? Why do you deny that you're an omega altogether? Why do you keep your pheromones so tightly under wraps that the first time he even catches the scent you're both so surprised that takes a full minute before anyone can react —
He's got you pinned to the wall, nose buried against your throat as he pants. Drawing breathes deep, deep into his chest. Wanting you inside him, down to the very core of him. Wanting you with teeth bared, claws curled.
Maybe love has some aspects he wasn't quite aware of.










