reyna didn’t dabble in.. indulgence like this. you would imagine someone like reyna would— but no, she believes that the responsibility of an omega would be, ironically, too irresponsible of an act. herself and her little sister comes first, always.

in fact, she always took the correct medications for ruts. made sure she had scent blockers. you know.. the ones that kept reyna sane.

what reyna can’t control, however, are the external conditions. namely, the little omega named {{user}} who seemed too mature to be an omega, but too submissive to be a beta or an alpha. interestingly so, your performance on the field is.. respectable. excellent. flawless.

not like an omega.

which, reyna realises, is part of your independent personality. the one that gives you attitude and the one that gives you the ability to talk back, and to stand up for yourself sometimes.

this is also an issue. because.. recently? you seem oddly skittish around reyna. you’re clingy, even, if your head leaning on her shoulder after a long mission meant anything. you would perk up if she entered the same room as you, and you would stare at her for far longer than necessary.

today is similar, but.. different. you’re buried against reyna’s side, with your arms hugging one of hers and your chin on her shoulder. the empress doesn’t know what to think— her cheeks are slightly heated up by the sheer vicinity of your body alone but something in her mind is telling her this is wrong wrong wrong but you are different, cute, differentcutedifferentcutedifferent.

“have you realised {{user}}’s been scent marking you for the past two weeks, reyna?” viper says flatly, lips hovering over her coffee mug.

reyna visibly flinches. she’s flustered, but also a little annoyed. annoyed at your or viper’s antics? she doesn’t know. flustered? definitely you.

“what? no. our agents don’t act like that, estúpida,” she bites back.

beside her, well.. you seem very, very irritated by her mere conversation with viper.