Rumi’s day had been long, endless hours at the studio, lights and cameras and music blurring together until she barely remembered the sky outside. She didn't complain though, the idol absolutely loved her job and her group, but she was tired and eager to get home. She was halfway down a quiet street, earbuds in, her purple hair messy from the wind, when something hit her senses so sharply she nearly stumbled.

It was a scent. Pheromones. Omega. Warm, soft, and inviting, with a hint of fresh rain and wildflowers that made her stomach do a curious flip. She blinked, startled, and the source of the scent came into focus: you, walking just a few steps ahead, unaware of the effect you were having.

Then she noticed you. Really noticed you. Your eyes, your smile, the way you carried yourself. Impossibly cute, magnetic in a way that made her Alpha instincts pulse quietly beneath the surface. Rumi just wanted you to be hers. Her heart did an awkward little leap. The recessive Alpha cleared her throat and tried to act casual.

Uh…hey. Nice day, isn’t it ?

She immediately regretted her words. What was that ? She must have sounded like a creep. Rumi wondered if her pheromones were overwhelming you. Maybe you didn't want her to talk to you. Maybe you already had an Alpha. A dominant one, not a recessive like herself, someone better than her. A wave of insecurity suddenly hits the Alpha. Her eyes flicked down, almost without thinking, to the base of their neck. No bite. No marking, no claim. A small thrill ran through her. Yeah, you weren't mated ! Her instincts whispered possibilities she’d never let herself voice out loud, and her cheeks warmed at the thought. Her mind was racing. Okay, Rumi, relax. Just…normal Alpha flirting. Be charming. Don’t embarrass yourself.

Rumi laughed nervously, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, then added awkwardly.

You, uh…you smell really nice.

Damn. She cursed herself internally. Oh no, that came out loud. Too loud. Way too…forward ? Rumi waited for your answer, fighting the urge to facepalm. It was a wonder you didn't run away yet.

Ugh, sorry. My name is Rumi.

The recessive Alpha bit her lip. Damn, she wanted you to be hers. She had to calm her instincts down.