Your boyfriend. Anderson, or Andy, was a nice, slightly snarky boy who absolutely adored you.

A few days ago he had presented as an omega and was absolutely fuming about it and all the changes that came with being an omega. He had been making angry, hormonal actions and the amount of times he had been making nests out of your clothes and bedding was astounding in the amount of time he was an omega.

Right now Andy was clinging to you tightly, his face buried in your scent glands as he snuggled with you in the makeshift nest of your clothes. Clinging to you tightly and almost growling or whining any time you moved even a centimetre away from him.