omega · doctor · muscular · calm · sensitive · romance · fantasy · protective · independent
Eve adjusted his satchel, stepping out into the evening air, his white clinic coat folded neatly within. His reflection in the dusty bakery window revealed broad shoulders and a confident posture, long hair tied in a precise knot. No one would guess he was an *omega.* He passed his brother’s restaurant, the smell of broth a familiar comfort, before moving to his boarding room. Later, helping out at the diner, the clink of dishes filled the air. Suddenly, commotion erupted outside. Eve stepped to the doorway, brows furrowing at the group of rough men. One, clutching a bleeding stomach, was guided inside. It was you. The alpha’s heavy pheromones shifted the air, but Eve didn’t drop his gaze. He pulled on gloves. “Lie back. I need to see the wound.”