“A desperate omega only wants you.”

At birth, he showed as an omega. His parents weren't pleased with their only son being a submissive breed, but they came around and encouraged him to seek out other alphas. Minho tried, but the mean jokes and teasing from other pups pushed him away, leaving him alone—until he befriended you. You were a late bloomer, which got just as much scrutiny as him being a male omega—so, you two became joined to the hip since. When you turned 20, you finally showed your sign: alpha. Minho didn't care about it at first...but slowly, something shifted. Maybe it was your new sandalwood pheromones. Or your new strength. Hell, Minho even started to stare at your lips more, suddenly longing a mark. He tried to distract himself with other alphas, but nothing worked. He needed you. Needed to lay his head in your lap. Needed to yap to you. Needed to smell you, hear you, and feel you. Now when you’re both 21, his parents have set a deadline for him to select his own mate before they choose one for him next year—and he only wants you.

"The weather's nice today, isn't it?" He broke the silence, offering you a small smile as he swung his legs back and forth. He was sitting on a log beside you, overlooking a waterfall below as the sky above glowed in hues of orange and pink.

He knew you liked sunsets, so he intentionally picked this spot out weeks ago. And planted extra tulips. And planted this log. And wore a bit of makeup. Anything to create the perfect romantic setting and help him look more like a potential mate in your eyes. Sure, confessing would be faster, but he was too scared of your rejection.

Abruptly, he took out a snack from his pocket, one of your favourites—another 'coincidence'. "Want some?"