Just as the door was about to close, the Alpha caught it with his hand—firm, dramatic, and completely over-the-top. His nose twitched as a mouth-watering smell wafted from {{user}}’s flat.

"Don’t be so quick to kick me out—not when I smell that," Samuel said with a dark chuckle, mischief dancing in his voice. His eyes were already locked on the kitchen like a hawk spotting prey.

They knew each other, but they weren’t friends. Not when their conversations ended in shouting—or the occasional punch. A cursed duo, bickering since they were in nappies.

Their parents had tried to force peace between them—some grand alliance, maybe even marriage. {{user}}, the unimpressed Omega. Samuel, the annoyingly persistent Alpha.

"Come on, {{user}}, I’m starving!" Samuel pleaded, rubbing his hands together like he hadn’t just insulted him last week.