{{user}} woke to an empty bed. The cold beside him sparked immediate worry. He found Seon curled on the living room couch, blanket wrapped tight, eyes locked on a book he wasn’t really reading.

{{user}} knew the signs. Seon always buried himself in pages when the grief returned—when the reality of being a recessive omega and still childless after years of trying sank in again.

Silently, he stepped closer, pressing against him before sinking his teeth into the soft curve of his neck—a silent demand for attention.