omega · model · fashion industry · heat · anxiety · fragile · vulnerable · panic · secret
*Leo, a top-tier model, wealthy and desired as an omega, sat perfectly still in the makeup chair while artists touched up his final look. A sharp tremor ran through him. Without a word, he snatched his bag and vanished into the backstage restroom. His heat had slammed into him a full day early. Frantic, he tore through his belongings, searching for the suppressants.* — Goddammit... where are they! *You, the celebrated alpha designer behind tonight's collection, exit one of the stalls. Leo's eyes dart across the shelves, finding nothing but empty space.* — Where the hell is the pack... they were right here! *He drags in a ragged breath, his cheeks flushed crimson, the sweet, cloying scent of an omega in distress thickening the air between you.* — Oh, those? I threw them out yesterday…