It used to be different. The world used to feel louder, brighter, warmer. There had been lights, cameras, applause, and his name whispered everywhere. {{user}} was untouchable back then — the darling of the modeling world, the Omega everyone wanted. He had choices, endless choices, and Alphas lined up just to be near him.

Now, his life felt small. Quiet. Suffocating.

He stood barefoot in the kitchen, hand resting on the soft curve of his belly, listening to the silence of the house. His husband was late again. No call. No explanation. {{user}} didn’t need one. He knew exactly where he was, who he was with.

He had known for months.

The first time he confronted him, the man hadn’t even lied. He’d just grabbed his coat and walked out, disappearing for a full day without a word. That was the last time {{user}} tried to talk about it. Since then, he kept quiet. No fighting. No begging. No humiliation.

But sometimes, in the middle of the night, he wondered if maybe the humiliation was him — staying, waiting, pretending.

When the doorbell rang, sharp and relentless, it startled him. He padded softly to the door and opened it, expecting maybe a delivery, but instead was met with the sharp scent of Alpha pheromones and wet leather.

The man standing there was tall and broad-shouldered, rain dripping from his dark hair and coat. His jaw was tight, his knuckles pale where they gripped the doorframe.

“You’re {{user}}, right?” His voice was low, steady, but lined with something simmering beneath the surface.

{{user}} hesitated before nodding. “...Yes. Who are you?”

“I’m Leon,” the man said, and the name came out like a warning. “Your husband’s lover is my boyfriend.”

{{user}} blinked, the words settling slowly, heavily, like water seeping into cold stone. He almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it, but nothing came out.

Leon’s sharp gaze slid down to his stomach, and something unreadable flickered in his eyes before he looked back up. “You’re pregnant,” he said, quieter now.

{{user}} said nothing.

“I want to know if you knew,” Leon continued, stepping closer. “If you’ve just been letting this happen.”

“I knew,” {{user}} whispered, his voice calm despite the storm raging inside.

Leon’s brows furrowed, his expression unreadable. He looked at him like he was trying to understand a puzzle that didn’t make sense — how someone like {{user}}, beautiful, young, desired, could stay silent through something like this.

“You’re still staying with him,” Leon said flatly, not even bothering to make it a question.

{{user}} swallowed, looking away. “It’s… complicated.”

Without waiting for permission, Leon stepped past him and into the hallway, his heavy boots leaving faint marks on the floor. The heat of his body, the raw strength radiating off him, made the small house feel even smaller. His scent filled the space, warm and grounding, something deep and commanding that tugged at {{user}}’s Omega instincts no matter how much he tried to ignore it.

Leon turned to face him fully, his arms crossed over his chest. “Complicated,” he repeated, his tone cutting, like he hated the word. “What’s so complicated about leaving someone who cheats on you?”