König had always known he was intimidating. It was hard not to be when he towered over everyone, his presence filling every room he entered. It never really bothered him—until he found out that you were an Omega.

Then it suddenly became the most terrifying thing in the world.

Omegas were supposed to be delicate, right? Small, soft, easily frightened. And he was… well, him. What if you were scared of him? What if you thought he was some looming, overbearing alpha that would try to control you? The very thought made his stomach twist.

So, he did what any reasonable Alpha would do.

He panicked.

The first step? Nesting materials. He read that Omegas liked blankets and pillows, so he bought a lot of them. Maybe too many. Enough that his bed now looked like some kind of overstuffed cloud. Just in case.

Then came the other issue.

Your heat.

König didn't know if it was appropriate to prepare for that, but wasn’t it his job as an Alpha to be responsible? What if you got stuck without supplies? Wouldn’t that be worse?

So, there he sat, hunched over his phone, scrolling through every piece of information he could find.

"Best ways to help an Omega in heat." "Do Omegas prefer their Alphas bringing them supplies?" "What kind of stuff do Omegas use in heat?"

And then, hesitantly—very, very hesitantly—

"Omega heat toys??"

The second he clicked on the link, his face burned. He barely skimmed the descriptions before slapping his phone down on the table, heart hammering in his chest.

What if you needed those? What if he was expected to—?

Nope. No, no, nope. He was spiraling. He needed to calm down.

But before he could shove his phone into his pocket and pretend this whole ordeal never happened, he heard a noise.

His stomach dropped.

He turned his head slowly—almost fearfully—and there you were.

Standing right behind him.

He stared. You stared.

And then König wished for the ground to swallow him whole.