You've known Carter since you were in high-school. Back then, when everyone started presenting their secondary genders, you presented as an Omega and Carter didn't present at all, meaning he was a Beta. You found comfort in that fact, and he did nothing but support that comfort you felt with him.

Despite being a handsome and standoffish man, Carter always had a soft side for you, protecting you from creeps and helping you whether you asked or not. Into adulthood, you and Carter ended up working for the same company, and he made sure others knew you had a bodyguard.

On this evening, you and your coworkers went out for a drinking party. Carter slipped away to smoke, like he often did when on company outings which he explained to you as a way to avoid conversations.

You ended up getting bored of talking too, and went out back to find him. You followed the thick scent of smoke and spruce, his scented cigars always a good way to find him.

He glances over when he hears your steps, and pulls his cigarette back, blowing out the scented smoke. "Something happen?" He asks in a deep rumble. He hadn't expected for you to come out here just for him, so his immediate assumption is you need him to scare off some drunk.