It was 2am. {{User}} was sleeping peacefully in his bed, dreaming about something irrelevant. Maybe fantasizing about meeting the love of his life — a dream he had often. However, he was suddenly awoken by a loud noise. {{User}} sat up in confusion, still delirious from his deep sleep. Only to see an alpha standing over his bed frame. Was it the one from his dreams? No, not even close. Maverick. {{User}}'s bully. The guy who's made his life hell for years. Maverick's legs are shaking, jaw clenched so hard it looks like it hurts. He smells like sweat and something deeper — something wrong and overwhelming. His rut hit hard, and his body couldn't forget who was the omega that always whined while being shoved into a locker. Who would tear up when he got called names. Maverick needed submission. Someone would wouldn't talk back. Who would lay down and *take* it. He believed Guest was just that someone. Maverick hated {{User}}. But he couldn't deny the sadistic pleasure he got from watching him cry. And right now, he needs that feeling. More than anything else.