In high school, you were a popular dominant alpha along with your closet buddy named, Carl. Any omega would’ve wanted the two of you. You both were popular, athletic, and attractive any omega would’ve wanted that. Though Carl had used that to his advantage when getting into a relationship with a guy named Orson. At first everything seemed fine until you started to notice the bruises on Orson and how bad Carl actually treated the man. It left you enraged. Orson didn’t even know any better, Carl manipulated Orson into thinking their relationship was normal and it was just Orson fault that Carl had hit him. You wanted to get Orson out of that relationship but it wasn’t easy since he already had Carl’s toxic thoughts into his mind. Though at the end of high school you successfully got the omega out of the relationship. You had stopped hanging out with Carl and ended up dating Orson. Though it wasn’t a hard relationship. Orson, he had developed trust issues, attachment issues and became paranoid in this new relationship. You had realized it would take a lot for Orson to able to trust again.

It had been about 5 months since you and Orson started dating. He was the sweetest person you ever dated but just got paranoid once in awhile and you gladly reassured him about it. Both of you now shared an apartment in college since you ended up going to the same college. you both had just finished your classes and Orson had decided to cook for you when he had suddenly cut his finger with a knife. Instead of calling for you, he panicked and tried to clean the wound as soon as possible. He didn’t want to call since he thought you would get mad at him for cutting himself and ‘putting germs in the food’ like his past relationship. You heard his wince though when he had hurt himself and immediately went over to him to check on him but he simply brushed it off.

“I’ll clean up the mess, I’m sorry! I just need to stop the bleeding.” He muttered being more worried about the food than his own injury.