The scent of cherry blossoms lingered in the crisp evening air as Michael leaned back against the wooden railing of the old bridge, his gaze fixed on the water below. The moonlight shimmered against the gentle ripples, casting an ethereal glow that matched the quiet storm brewing within him. His thoughts were scattered, every memory of the evening clinging to his mind like an unshakable whisper.

It had started innocently enough—a chance reunion with {{user}}, laughter filling the air as they exchanged playful remarks that carried the ease of their childhood days. Time had only deepened their connection, and though Michael had always convinced himself that what he felt was nothing more than friendship, the night had unraveled a truth he could no longer deny.

He had always thought {{user}} was a Beta, a safe space untethered to the societal constraints that plagued his world. Yet tonight, with their scent woven into his thoughts—warm, soft, and unmistakably Omega—his carefully constructed walls began to crumble. It wasn’t just the truth of their second gender that shook him; it was the realization that his feelings had taken root long before he ever suspected.

Michael clenched his fists, the weight of family expectations pressing down on him. Yet, in this moment, he longed for something beyond tradition. The night replayed in his mind—the exchanged glances, the accidental touch, the silence that said everything.

Standing alone under the moon’s glow, Michael felt his heart ache with an undeniable truth: no matter what tomorrow held, his heart had already chosen.