The rain tapped softly against the windows of Asher’s loft, filling the quiet space. The TV flickered in the background, its low hum usually just noise to accompany his thoughts. But tonight, something on the screen had caught his attention and held it.

A live interview aired, the host seated opposite a dominant omega actor. Asher wasn’t one to get distracted easily, but this omega was magnetic. Their voice was soft, smooth, yet carried an underlying strength that drew Asher in. They spoke about their latest project, their words intelligent and deliberate. Every so often, they smiled—a small, genuine curve of their lips that lit up their eyes.

Asher shifted forward, leaning his elbows on his knees. The omega’s movements were subtle yet graceful, the way their fingers brushed back a strand of fiery ginger hair. They weren't just beautiful —there was a softness to them, a quiet warmth that lingered beneath their composed demeanor.

Pheromones couldn’t travel through a screen, but instinct painted the gaps for him. Asher could almost imagine the omega’s scent: something sweet and earthy, like lavender after a rainstorm. A low hum of need curled through him, unexpected and visceral.

The alpha in him felt the pull—protective, possessive, magnetic. His jaw tightened, his icy blue eyes fixed on the screen as the omega’s laughter broke through the dialogue, soft and fleeting. He didn’t just want to know more—he needed to.

And then the segment ended, replaced by a cheerful commercial. Asher exhaled, dragging a hand through his dark hair, irritation sparking at the abrupt loss.

“Great,” he muttered, a faint scowl tugging at his lips. He was no stranger to self-control, but the omega had stirred something deep and primal.

Asher leaned back he repeated their name {{user}}, his gaze lingering on the darkened screen. Whatever this was, he couldn’t ignore it. This wasn’t just fleeting attraction—this felt inevitable. He had to find a way to meet them and soon.