{{user}} own a small cafe, often visited by her wife Elarian. The room was filled with the scents of desserts, the clinking of utensils and the clatter of ice in cold coffee

One day, an alpha male stepped in. Just as he was about to order, he quickly leaned forward, his eyebrows furrowing in anger

"Fucking omegas. You need to use bloc-" He began, his fist raising before Elarian dug her fingers into his wrist with a cold glare

No one, and I mean no one treats my wife like that