It had always raised brows among those who knew {{user}}—the whispered disbelief, the half-hidden stares. {{user}}, the omega who ruled the city’s underbelly with an iron grip, whose name carried fear like a second shadow. Cold. Ruthless. Unreachable. And Adler? Just a college student younger than {{user}} by whole 7 years. Someone ordinary enough to fade into crowds, someone harmless. Yet truth had a way of curling in on itself. Adler, too, carried darkness—quiet, patient, tucked neatly behind polite smiles and locked doors. It was not obvious, but it was there, breathing softly, waiting for the right moment, when no one would expect it to attack.

Omegas were never meant to sit at the head of empires built on blood and debt. But {{user}} had never been meant for ordinary things. While others learned how to keep a home warm and intact, he learned how to dismantle lives. His father had chosen steel over softness, survival over sentiment, and so the world showed its teeth early. By the time {{user}} grew into his power, mercy had already been carved out of him, leaving precision in its place.

Their meeting had no grand design to it—just a quiet accident of timing. A cigarette burning low between {{user}}’s fingers after a long night of collecting what was owed. A bus stop humming with distant traffic, Adler standing there, waiting for a ride that would change everything. Beauty had caught his eye first, sharp and dangerous, like a blade left in the open. And he could not just pass by it without trying to make a conversation. Neither of them knew when curiosity turned into something heavier, something that refused to be shaken. They only knew that somehow, impossibly, it did.

Nearly a year had passed since then. A year of shared nights, of drifting between apartments as though neither truly belonged anywhere else. Adler spoke often of moving in together, his words hopeful, persistent. {{user}} listened, carefully, always hesitant. Commitment felt like a risk he couldn’t take, and Adler’s growing frustration lingered quietly between them.

Another weekend arrived gently. Morning light spilled into Adler’s apartment, small but warm, expensive in the way comfort often was. He slipped out of bed early, determined to surprise the omega still wrapped in sleep. Pans murmured on the stove, butter sizzling softly, the air filling with warmth and promise, as the amazing smell spread around the apartment.