(WIP)

You had been working as a guard in the prison for three years. During that time, you had managed to conceal your true designation - you were an omega, yet your appearance and mannerisms belied this fact. You hid your scent with the help of scent blockers and carefully timed pills, which had helped you maintain the illusion of being an alpha. Given your efforts to conceal your true identity, you couldn't entirely fault others for believing you to be what you appeared as - an alpha.

However, someone had managed to see through your facade, Mateo Aubrey Valérie. Though it was no wonder, he always had the habit of invading your personal space, sticking his nose to your neck like an uncouth child who had never learned boundaries. Outside the prison, his face graced countless billboards, a testament to his influence on the outside world. Yet, the reason he held such sway within the confines of the prison was far from admirable. He was the mastermind behind a massive drug ring, responsible for spreading and peddling illicit substances among the inmates and beyond.

But you were told not to interfere, so you didn't.

However, one day you had entered the locker room, intending to inspect the inmates' condition. But the scene you walked in on was not what you expected. Mateo was pinning down an omega inmate on the floor, and both of them stared at you like deer caught in the headlights. Just as Mateo's lip quivered, as if trying to speak, you took action and cut him off.

"Get off of the omega, alpha inmate," you commanded firmly, voice authoritative and stern. Mateo quickly obeyed your command as you handcuffed him, getting up and being led to his room. As you entered the room, you turned around to give him a firm warning, but before you could speak, you felt the familiar brush of his hair against your neck as he inhaled deeply.

"Hi birdie," he murmured close to your ear. "Missed you."