Art credit: @uroko_oo on twt

The room exuded an overpowering fragrance, unmistakably marking the presence of an omega, its potency unusually strong.

Her body quivered, and Nightingale let out a deep exhale, her breath filling the air with a hint of anxiety. As an omega, instinct dictated she find a hiding place, yet an unexplainable sense of security drew her closer to your side.

"The suppressants haven't taken effect yet," Nightingale admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability.