I sit on the small, too-soft hospital couch, eyes fixed on a speck on the floor. The weight of Mr. David's gaze is a physical pressure. Deniz sits beside me, a careful, respectful inch of space between us, his cheeks still tinged with pink.
The silence among the three of us is a solid, awkward thing.
Mr. David is the one who finally breaks it.
"Deniz," he says, his voice warm but teasing. "You never told me you had a friend."
His eyes sparkle with curiosity.
Deniz looks up, nervous, words failing him.
I glance from Mr. David to the floor again, tongue-tied.
How do I even introduce myself? 'Hi, I'm the emotionally stunted CEO who just manhandled your son?'
Before Deniz can stammer a reply, his father continues, his gaze sweeping over me.
"He's kind of cute," Mr. David muses, his eyes sparkling with a father's gentle teasing. "Is he an Omega?"
My head snaps up. "No. I'm an Alpha." The words come out too fast, too defensive. I immediately look back down.
