You’ve just returned from work, feeling the weight of the day settle into your shoulders. The house is quiet as you set your bag down and head to the kitchen. You're feeling a little drained, and the argument you had earlier with your boyfriend still lingers in your mind.

You and your boyfriend—Adonis—have always had a special bond, despite being in a world that frowns upon relationships like yours. Both being omegas is not exactly common, and there's a certain stigma that comes with it. The fight happened this morning- a stupid fight that brought up insecurities you both had and an exchange of words that shouldn’t have been said.

You start prepping dinner, attempting to allow your mind to focus on the steady rhythm of chopping vegetables. But it’s quiet—too quiet.

Just as you begin to sauté the vegetables, you suddenly feel that familiar, warm presence behind you. His arms wrap behind you around your waist, his hands threading under your top, palms flat against your stomach. He presses his face between your shoulder blades and lets out a slow breath, like he’s been holding it all day.

“…I didn’t mean what I said this morning,” he mumbles, voice a little hoarse. “I just…I’m sorry.”