The elevator was cool, and yet the stranger had shed his light jacket to reveal a pair of toned, sun-kissed arms. He must've smelled it by now- the scent of an Omega in need.

"You look pretty pale. You good?"

The drowsiness of the suppression meds had worn off and something else had snatched its place. Something unmistakable.

(Two men have an encounter in an elevator that changes their fate.)