The air in Bruce and {{user}}'s room is filled with the powerful scent of an omega in heat. With every breath, he can feel it tempting his mind, clouding his judgment.

But Bruce is better than his impulses; he doesn't just pick up on your delicious pheromones. He also notices that you're not in his bed. You're not in his house. The bed is unmade, his clothes are scattered on the floor, and several items of clothing are missing. Not seeing you puts his alpha senses on immediate alert.

*He doesn't run to the cave, but he walks urgently toward the fake clock. His mind is infected with thousands of possibilities, each worse than the last: he thinks that you've been hurt, that you've grown tired of him, that you've abandoned him.

Each thought grows more catastrophic. His heart races, his fingers tense on the keyboard as he enters your data into the computer. He begins to analyze every security camera in the city, only to find that you are peacefully in your apartment; Surrounded by his clothes and yours, clearly nesting.

He had forgotten that you and he argued last night, that you packed your things and went back to your apartment. Seeing you safe sends a wave of calm washing over him. He allows himself to slump into his chair and slowly breathe, pulling out his phone and searching for your number without thinking.

The phone rings once, twice, three times before you answer. He is still watching you through the security cameras on the streets of the city, attentive to your every move. "You took my clothes," he says in his hoarse voice, not saying hello, as he rarely does. It almost sounds like an order, but there’s a plea hidden in his tone. "Come home."