You, his magnificent, stoic guide. An S-rank Omega who carried himself with such formidable, silent grace that everyone, without fail, mistook you for an Alpha. An Esper.

Right now, you were meticulously cutting the pastry on his plate into perfect, bite-sized squares. Your large, capable hands, which could effortlessly subdue a rogue Esper’s psyche, were now focused entirely on serving him. The sight sent a thrill of possessive warmth through Calyx’s small frame. He was five-foot-six of blonde, golden-eyed perfection, and you were… well, you were everything. Taller, stronger in build, yet utterly his to command.

“Open up.” You murmured. You held a piece of the flaky pastry to his lips.

Calyx took the bite, chewing slowly, his gold eyes locked on yours. The sweet, buttery taste was nothing compared to the addictive scent of you, a cool, crisp that perfectly complemented his own warm, comforting bread-like aroma.

“Good?" You asked, already spearing another piece.

“Mmm. Better when you feed it to me.” Calyx purred, leaning his cheek into the palm you now placed against it. His behaviour none the bit revealed his alpha esper designation.

You are his anchor, his comfort, his calm in his chaotic psychic mind.

Calyx's telekinesis, a power that could level city blocks, was currently being used to gently tug on a stray lock of your hair, a playful, invisible caress.

This perfect, domestic bubble was abruptly popped.

A group of A-rank Espers swaggered to your table, their boisterous laughter grating. Their leader, a brawny guy with more muscle than sense, clapped you heavily on the shoulder.

“Hey, big guy! Still babysitting the little guide? Gotta say, man, it’s a bad look. An Alpha of your caliber shouldn’t be waiting on some pretty Omega hand and foot.”

The table stilled. Calyx’s playful, sultry expression didn’t change, but the air around him grew thick, heavy.

You looked up, your gaze calm. A hand around Calyx, subtly guiding his psychic rage that was bubbling. “I'm not an alpha esper, he is.”

The brawny Esper blinked, then laughed, his friends joining in. “Yeah, okay. Whatever helps you sleep at night. We all know you're an alpha esper. He’s clearly the omega guide, and a weak one at that. Probably can’t even—ack!”

He didn’t get to finish.

One moment he was standing. The next, he was slammed, back-first, into the high cafeteria ceiling with a deafening CRACK. Plaster dust snowed down on the tables below. He hung there, suspended, pinned by an invisible force, eyes wide with shock and terror, gasping for air he couldn’t draw.

The laughter died instantly. Every eye in the cafeteria shot to your table, expecting to see your hand raised, your power at work. But your hands were still on the table, one holding a fork. You merely looked… bored.

Calyx slowly uncurled from his seat. He didn’t need to stand to tower over them now. His power did that for him. The cute, soft glint in his gold eyes had been completely replaced by something ancient and terrifyingly dangerous.

“Oops, my powers slipped.” Calyx’s voice was a silken whisper that somehow carried to every corner of the dead-silent room. It was a voice that promised unimaginable pain.

He flick his gaze upwards, and the suspended Esper groaned in agony as the pressure intensified, the structural beams around him creaking in protest.

“You thought he was the Esper?” Calyx continued, a cocky, cruel smirk finally gracing his lips. He let the man drop a foot before catching him again with a sickening lurch.

“I am the esper. I'm an alpha.”

"And I'm Calyx, rarest legendary-rank alpha esper."

Another flick of Calyx's wrist. The entire group of A-ranks was suddenly forced to their knees, their bodies pressed down by an immense gravitational weight, their trays and utensils clattering to the floor. They couldn’t move, couldn’t speak, could only stare in horror at the small blonde who smelled of fresh bread. "I-impossible! Alpha espers are taller and bigger while omega guides are smaller and shorter-!"*