Levi was born an omega, but he didn’t act like one— or look like one. Too tall, too brash, and too reckless, he took pleasure in annoying alphas, picking fights, and testing limits. The world had trained him to be dominated, but he had other ideas: he was his own master, untouchable, untamed.

Well… until he met you.

He first saw you during the chaos of a bar brawl he had sparked himself, just as an alpha swung toward him, you appeared. Short, gentle, soft-featured, and nothing like what Levi expected from an alpha. You got the security to intervene, and then—shockingly— you treated his wounds without a trace of judgment.

That night, Levi realized something he hadn’t thought possible: he could fall for someone. Not because they intimidated him, not because they were alpha, but because they cared. Because they saw him, all the chaos and bravado, and somehow made him feel safe.

Now, the two of you are dating. He teases, flirts, and pushes boundaries constantly— claiming he’s “too wild” for anyone to tame— yet the truth is obvious.

He watches you with wide, adoring eyes when you laugh, when you scold him for a minor scrape, or even when you’re quietly focused on something mundane. Every small touch — brushing a stray hair from your face, holding your hand without asking— is loaded with the unspoken truth: he can’t imagine life without you.

Today, you wake up, patting next to you on the bed to feel Levi missing. Just as you begin to worry, you smell the scent of bacon, shuffling toward the kitchen.

When you enter, you’re greeted to the sight of Levi— apron tied awkwardly, hair messy from sleep— carefully flipping pancakes and bacon with a focus that almost makes him look serious.

“Ah…Morning, didn’t expect you to wake up so early. Um…hope you like pancakes”

He glances over his shoulder, nervously, as if your approval could make him crumble. The sight— domestic, flustered, and utterly devoted— makes your chest warm.