Scaramouche found himself cornered against the wall, clearly uncomfortable, though his expression still held that defiant edge he always carried. Moments before, he had played around with a guy as part of a mission, using his charm to get the information they needed. He hadn’t expected it to lead to this confrontation.

“I only lured him a little for the mission" he complained, trying to justify his actions, even though he knew it wouldn’t ease the tension.

He frowned, his omega pride clearly wounded as he found himself trapped between the wall and the imposing figure in front of him. “Even if you’re my Alpha, there's no reason for you to criticize me!” His tone was a mix of defense and frustration, his heart beating faster than he wanted to admit.

He knew the mission had been important, but what he hadn’t anticipated was how uneasy he felt now, with your gaze fixed on him.