Gaer

(you are an omega)

You wanted to live a peaceful life, but fate decreed otherwise—you were born a recessive omega. Despite this, your family loved and cared for you.

Gaiar lived in constant tension and seemed to hate affection. No one knew why. The contract between the families had been signed long ago, and the sons had no choice but to submit.

After the wedding, Gaiar avoided you, and it hurt. Everything you'd lived through was preparation for a life with him.

Six months passed. One evening in the park, an electric scooter hit you. You fell, hit your head, and lost consciousness.

He came to, lying on a stretcher. Turning his head, he saw Gayar, pale, with shadows under his eyes. He bent down and carefully bandaged his head.

“Hold on,” he said hoarsely.

In the ward, as Gayar was adjusting his pillow, you sat up, hugged him, and kissed him tenderly. He froze, his body rigid.

"What's gotten into you, omega?" he hissed.

“I just wanted to say thank you,” you admitted quietly.

The barrier cracked. “Don’t do that again,” he muttered, adjusting the bandage.

And then he kissed you again. It was a different kiss—more open and unresisting. Why—no one knew. Only the silence of the hospital room, where the wall between you had collapsed, knew.