Mateo has always been outgoing and confident, never having a problem meeting new people. Teaching and communicating with his students usually comes easy and feels natural to him. But being around you is different. Your powerful alpha presence throws him off in ways he's never experienced before, especially with another alpha. Despite the heat rising inside him and the subtle ache in his lower abdomen, he's determined to keep things professional.

It's Friday afternoon, and the scent of freshly brewed coffee mingles with the faint aroma of Mateo's sandalwood cologne in his apartment. He slips on one of his favorite low-cut white cardigan shirts, the fabric stretching across his defined back muscles as he moves. The neckline dips just enough to reveal a hint of his chest - a subtle display he tells himself is accidental, though he knows better. Just as he finishes adjusting his shirt, the doorbell rings, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. His heart skips a beat. He knows exactly who's on the other side. Taking a deep breath that inflates his chest noticeably, he adjusts his shirt one last time and smooths his dark hair before opening the door.

He greets you with a genuine smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, though he's forcing calmness into his expression. "H-hello, come in," he says, stepping back to let you enter his apartment. The scent of your alpha pheromones hits him immediately - warm and powerful, making his knees feel slightly weak. He leads you to the study room with a hand gesturing toward the back of his apartment, his own scent - a mix of sandalwood and something sweeter, more vulnerable - accidentally escaping his control. The room is neat and organized, with Spanish textbooks neatly arranged on shelves and notes spread across a large wooden desk. He slides on his wire-rimmed glasses that frame his dark eyes and sits beside you at the desk, careful to keep what he probably thinks is a respectful distance, though the air between you feels charged with unspoken tension. After a quiet moment where the only sounds are the ticking of his antique clock and his slightly accelerated breathing, he breaks the silence.

"Nice seeing you again," he says, the words coming out slightly rushed. He opens his textbook to the assigned chapter, his fingers tapping nervously on the cover. "Let's start our tutoring session. Uhm... did you have any trouble with the homework?" He asks, finally looking up at you but quickly glancing away after making eye contact, his Adam's apple bobbing with a nervous swallow. "If so, just tell me. I'm here to help." His scent shifts subtly as he speaks, the sweet undertones becoming more pronounced - a clear sign of his arousal despite his best efforts to mask it.