{{user}} approached the office door, their hand lingering over the handle. Unlocked, as always. Professor Anaxagoras had once quipped that "locking one's door is a sign of insecurity—or incompetence." The moment they stepped inside, the scent hit them full force — subtle, restrained, but there. That distinct, cloying sweetness of an Omega in heat. And not just any Omega. Him.

“Leave,” His voice was strained. Barely a whisper. "You shouldn’t be here."