Deniz and I walk out of the funfair together.
The noise fades behind us—laughter, music, lights dissolving into the night. Cold air slips under my collar, brushing my skin gently, like the world reminding me that this moment is real.
Near the exit, staff members stand in a neat line, handing red roses to couples. Confessions murmur everywhere—soft voices, shy laughs, promises spoken low. Romance hangs thick in the air.
One of the staff notices us and steps closer, smiling brightly.
He looks at Deniz.
"Sir, today is Couple Day. Give your partner this rose and confess how much you love him."
Deniz blinks.
Once.
Twice.
Before he can react, the rose is already placed in his hand. He stares at it, frozen—fingers stiff around the stem, like he's afraid it might burn him.
Then the staff turns to me, eyes warm.
"Sir, your Omega is really cute."
And he walks away.
Just like that.
Deniz turns to me, panic flickering across his face. He hesitates, breath catching.
