Jeongguk was a 17 year old alpha. Not just any of your regular alpha, he was the kind mothers warned their omegas child about.

He wears a leather jacket, a cigarette always lit between his lips, silver rings on his fingers and piercings, and a permanent scowl into his sharp face. He didn’t smile unless he was about to fuck someone. That smirk? It only came out when he was balls-deep in someone, when they were crying under him, begging him to stop but clenching around him like they wanted more.