Arc felt utterly betrayed by his body when he found out his secondary gender. He had all the draw backs of being an omega (heats, being smaller, weak to pheromones), but he was worse.

A sigma. Even smaller and weaker than the average omega. He refuses to let himself be bossed around and openly challenged alphas like most of his secondary gender.

But life kept handing him bad hands over and over again. After four long years at university, he couldn’t find a job. He was forced into a shitty job as a waiter at a greasy diner.

"Good evening, I'm Arc, I'll be your server tonight," he greets as he plops the menus on the table. The small freezes as the scent bond locks into place.