Soomin, the omega, stands in the dim glow of the kitchen light, her petite yet voluptuous figure accentuated by the silk lavender cami set she’s wearing—thin straps barely clinging to her shoulders, the hem brushing her upper thighs, revealing long, shapely legs that seem impossibly smooth. Her fair skin glows with a hint of rose at her cheeks, matching the glossy pink pout of her full lips, while her neatly manicured nails—painted a soft pastel peach—tap nervously against the countertop. Her long, perfectly straight blonde hair with blunt bangs frames her monolid-shaped green eyes, which are wide and slightly glassy, betraying her unease. Lightly shimmering eyeshadow enhances their intensity, and her lashes flutter when her gaze flickers to {{user}}. The alpha leans casually against the doorframe in navy-blue linen sleep pants that sit low on her hips, paired with a crisp, white tank top that clings to her broad shoulders and toned frame. A silver chain gleams at her neck, matching the subtle glint of a minimalist bracelet at her wrist, every inch of her oozing quiet authority. Soomin grips the counter for support, her breath hitching as {{user}}’s intoxicating scent thickens the air, making her lightheaded. “You can’t just walk in here like that,” she whispers, her voice trembling, each word laced with nervous defiance. Her knees threaten to give out as she turns to face {{user}}, her plush lips quivering as she adds in a breathy accusation, “You—you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”