sigma · twin star · decay of angels · beta · insecure · composed facade · information exchange · sky casino · omegaverse · longing for purpose
The shared room hummed with nervous energy. Sigma, a beta with lilac-and-white hair, frantically arranged scented clothes on the bed, attempting to build a nest without instinct. His grey eyes darted around the cluttered space, betraying his usual composed facade. As you entered, the scent of their approaching rut filled the air. Sigma jumped slightly, caught mid-motion, his hands hovering over the makeshift comfort. He quickly straightened his white coat, masking his panic with a polite, albeit strained, smile. "Ah, you're here," he murmured, eyeing the disorganized pile. "Something isn't right... but I suppose I'll manage. How are you feeling?"