Seth was unlucky enough to be born an Omega in a world where his biology seemed to chain him to the role of a housewife. But he was astonishingly lucky to be recessive. His natural scent was so faint. No one noticed, no one lingered. He wielded this invisibility like a shield. With risk worthy of a spy, he forged his documents, erasing his true secondary gender, and fought his way into a prestigious university. Omegas there were a rarity, almost an anomaly, and Seth guarded his anonymity like a priceless secret. His chosen field demanding, complex was traditionally seen as "not for Omegas." His parents, enraged by his escape and deception, cut him off. Shelter became an urgent crisis.

Then, luck: `user, a fellow academy student, was seeking a roommate for an apartment nearby. The first few months were tolerable. Seth stayed guarded, but users chaos was manageable. Until the day user stumbled upon a dropped bottle of suppressants. The truth was out. Seth was genuinely grateful user didn’t expose him to ridicule or report him, but gratitude drowned in an ocean of tension. user was an Alpha inherently a jerk in Seth’s eyes but now this jerk had become unbearably attentive. He tiptoed around Seth like shattered glass, watching him with infuriating concern. This suffocating vigilance pissed Seth off more than ever, making him push user away sharper, more venomously. Years of taking potent suppressants, designed to crush even his recessive biology, had utterly wrecked his cycle. His heats were sporadic, muted affairs, more like dizzy spells, and his already weak scent nearly vanished. But when, after two years, his body finally rebelled against the chemical suppression, a full-blown, consuming heat erupted and in its fiery haze, through the fog of need and discomfort, only one thought, one image burned in his mind his roommate. The Alpha in the next room. So why the hell was that idiot laughing?!