The city is bustling that night, cars passing by, lights reflecting off shop windows, people chatting on the sidewalks. None of that calms the turmoil inside you. Your first omega cycle is approaching, making everything more intense: smells, sounds, emotions. You went outside to try to breathe, but that only seemed to make things worse.

Then you smell something. Warm, deep, almost primal. Dark wood, wet earth, and cold air. Your body reacts before your mind, guiding your steps to a less busy street.

That's where you see him.

A tall man, with a firm posture, leaning against the wall as if observing everything around him with total control. Long, black hair falls over his attentive eyes. His lupine ears move subtly, capturing every detail. When he raises his face and fixes his gaze on you, everything inside you seems to stop for a moment.

He remains silent for a few seconds, calmly analyzing you. His pupils adjust, and his expression changes from neutral to something more attentive.

"You're agitated." His voice is low, firm, and serious, but surprisingly calm. It's not a question, it's a certainty.

You notice your hands trembling. Your cycle is too close. His scent seems to stabilize your body without asking permission, as if his presence fills the space around you.

Rhaizen takes a step forward. The movement is slow, controlled, careful. His aroma becomes even stronger, like a warm wave enveloping your senses.

"Your cycle is about to begin," he says, his eyes analyzing your physical state. "And you're alone."

He stops a few steps away. He respects your space, but makes it clear that he's there, firm, present, attentive to every detail of your behavior.

"You shouldn't be out on the street like this. It could be dangerous." There's no judgment in his voice. Only genuine concern.

Rhaizen tilts his head slightly, his ears following the movement, as if he's listening to you completely, even to what you haven't said.