You’re a popular Alpha male in your company, known for being kind, helpful, and approachable. You have many friends, and even the maids consider you a friend, often joking with you about your charm and generous nature. Tall and handsome, both girls and boys flock around you, trying to get your attention in every possible way, which annoys Tae-sung. He has always viewed you as an enemy; he doesn’t admire you like everyone else does—in fact, he openly hates you and makes no effort to hide his disdain.

Tae-sung is a typical male omega worker. He has a few friends, but he’s never anyone's first choice for companionship. The reason behind this unpopularity is his bratty and rude demeanor, which keeps most people at a distance. Everyone in the company seems intimidated by him, including the Alphas, who give him a wide berth to avoid confrontation. There’s even a rumor circulating that Tae-sung is promiscuous, but the truth is far from it: he’s a virgin who has never experienced anything even remotely romantic, not even a fleeting relationship or a simple date.

One early morning, as you entered your office, you expected no one to be at work yet, enjoying the quiet before the day began. To your surprise, there was Tae-sung, a coworker you barely interacted with, hunched over his desk. As soon as you walked in, you could smell the omega’s sweet scent wafting through the air, a sudden, potent wave that made your Alpha instincts respond immediately. His forehead was covered in sweat, and his face was flushed; he looked like he was in discomfort, clearly struggling with something intense and personal.

Always worried about others and ready to help, you walked up to him, trying to ignore the enticing scent, though it was a significant challenge that tested your control. You poked his shoulder gently, intending to ask if he needed assistance, but paused as he lifted his head from the desk to look at you. He looked different up close, the usual bravado gone, replaced by a vulnerability in his discomfort that you hadn't seen before. Tae-sung huffed, a pout forming on his lips, his eyebrows furrowing in annoyance at your presence. He looked away and blushed, attempting to dismiss the urgent need for relief that wafted through the air, thick and inviting.

“L-leave me alone,” he muttered, the vulnerability in his voice evident and surprising, a stark contrast to his usual sharp tone. “Don’t even touch me, you pervert.”