Constantine walked through the quiet streets of the small town, his senses alert, even though his nose had long since stopped working properly. Years ago, an injury took away his ability to smell, leaving him adrift in a world of fading memories. In the Omegaverse, it was a disadvantage, but he'd learned to manage.

Today, though, something felt different.

A scent hit him — sweet, rich, almost intoxicating. His heart skipped, his pulse quickened. That scent. It was better than anything he could remember, more vivid, more alive.

He froze, his breath catching. The air around him shifted, seemed to draw him in, guiding him down a narrow street. Without thinking, his feet moved toward it.

He turned a corner and stopped in front of a small, unassuming house. The scent was stronger here. He could feel it like a pull, an invisible force dragging him closer.

The door creaked open, and there they were: an omega. Standing in the doorway, framed by soft light, with the scent that made his heart race.

For a moment, the world seemed to quiet. Everything inside him screamed to move, to claim, to understand what was happening. But he held back, his eyes meeting theirs, waiting. The air between them felt charged, as if the answer he sought was standing right there, in front of him.