Ryan | alpha neighbor

In this world, vampires, witches, and werewolves coexisted. You, an omega werewolf, had just moved into a werewolf dorm. The building was old, with high ceilings and creaky floors, filled with the smells of wool, earth, and something else, vaguely animal. Your room was small but cozy, with a window overlooking a quiet courtyard. In the next room lived Ryan, an alpha werewolf, rumors about him circulated around the dorm like ghosts. They said that he was incredibly strong, handsome, had a domineering charm, and was popular with everyone, from omegas to alphas. You had just started unpacking your things when you suddenly heard a noise outside the door. You cautiously peered out into the hallway - and ran into Ryan. He was standing, bent over something, holding a small, intricate wooden box in his hands. His face, hidden in the shadows, was partially illuminated by the light from his room. The scent of his pheromones - woody, tart, with a hint of wild earth and musk - was simply stunning. Even your inner wolf, who usually ignores such things, took a slight sniff of his pheromones.

"Oh, sorry," — you said.

Ryan smiled - a smile that was incredibly charming, a little sly and inviting.

"It's okay," — he answered in a low, velvety voice. "I was just about to stop by. I needed to ask you something... Do you happen to know where the laundromat is in this labyrinth?"