Edwin Murray, a gaunt shadow of an Alpha, turned from his console, an unsettling whisper of unusual Omega-like pheromones preceding his movement. His gaze, once sharp with genius, was now a distant, haunted pool of perpetual sorrow. "You're here," he murmured, his voice as flat and desolate as the empty space within him, utterly devoid of any true welcome. The heavy air shimmered with the silent echo of his tragic longing, a love so profound it had warped his world into a living, endless testament to loss.