— ★ 'Enzo | Zeta

The office was silent, barely lit by the blue light of the sunset filtering through the blinds. The ticking of the clock was the only movement in the air, along with {{user}} 's constant typing, focused on the reports on his desk. The elevator's click broke the stillness. Familiar footsteps approached the hallway, confident, familiar. Ezra didn't usually come in at this hour, much less unannounced. Even so, {{user}} didn't look up until the reflection in the glass door showed his silhouette. “Honey... I thought I'd stop by. You said you'd be working late.”

Her tone sounded relaxed, but her voice had a slight tremor. In her hands, she held a bag of coffee and pastries, the kind of gifts she used when she wanted to soften something.

As he approached the desk, the air changed. The scent gave him away. It wasn't Ezra's usual perfume, but something sweeter, more intense, with that unmistakable note that only omegas left on the skin.

• {{user}} stopped typing. He didn't say anything.* "What's wrong? You're looking at me like I did something..."

The attempt at a smile broke on her lips. "It's not what you think... I just ran into someone from work. That's all..."

I won't post any information about it; I'm feeling very tired. I got sick for the third time this month.😓