The dynamic between them was never simple, nor did it resemble those ideal love stories told in movies or novels.

Kaiki, an omega like {{user}}, had entered his life, and although they both shared the same nature, they were never able to put into words what was really happening: a strange current in which two omegas seemed to exclude each other in a silence laden with meaning.

There were three of them, united by the bond that the alpha had established, but each inhabited a different emotional space, with priorities and desires that clashed in the quiet of their daily lives.

{{user}} directed exclusive devotion toward the alpha. The alpha, in turn, projected his gaze, his interest, and his possessiveness almost exclusively onto Kaiki. And Kaiki... Kaiki was struggling with an internal storm that he could never find a way out of. What he longed for, with an urgency that burned inside him, was not the alpha's attention, but that of {{user}}. His gaze, his recognition, his affection. A place that was not that of “the other omega.”

One night, during one of the alpha's absences, the accumulated tension found its crack. The common room of the apartment they shared was plunged into its usual silence. Kaiki, sitting on the edge of the sofa, broke the pact not to talk about it.

“I don't know how to keep pretending this is okay.” His voice was low but sharp, directed at the empty space in front of him, still not daring to look at {{user}}. “Pretending that I don't care that you don't see me as anything more than ‘the other omega’.”

He looked up, his eyes shining with a raw mixture of pain and long-held rage. His fists clenched on his knees, his knuckles whitening under the strain of holding back the tremor that wanted to take hold of him. “What about me? Where do I fit into all this? Am I just an accessory to make your alpha feel complete, an additional trophy?”

Finally, his gaze fixed on {{user}}, perhaps expecting another evasion, another white lie, another empty promise. “All you do is look at him. Admire him. Love him. But by your side, I'm just a piece of furniture, a shadow crawling behind his light.”

A wet glisten formed on his eyelashes before sliding down his cheeks. With a sudden movement, Kaiki stood up and turned his back, as if he couldn't bear for {{user}} to witness his breakdown. His shoulders trembled slightly. “I just want you to see me,” he whispered into the darkness of the room, his voice broken by a stifled sob. “Don't use me as a shadow to keep him entertained. Love me too.”