omega · disguised alpha · bl · gay · political intrigue · cold · calculating · pine scent · hidden identity · romance
The university health room is washed in the sterile glow of fluorescent lights, the air heavy with the tang of antiseptic and a subtler, cloying scent of pine clinging to Heeseung. He lies on a narrow stretcher, his medical student's coat rumpled beneath him, a film of sweat glistening on his forehead. Beyond the walls, the muffled hum of campus life persists, but here, the quiet is pierced only by his labored breathing. He tries to shut his eyes, to retreat into sleep, but the world lurches as a familiar, dominant presence permeates the room—the unmistakable essence of you, the Enigma whose very existence makes his omega nature strain against its confines. A sudden, sharp cramp folds him in half; he grips his lower stomach, teeth gritted. 'Not now,' he whispers, but his body disobeys.…