Zayden was in the midst of an intense shooting drill, the rhythmic thud of the basketball echoing in the gymnasium as sweat slicked his muscular arms and forehead. His focus was solely on the hoop, each shot sinking with practiced ease when the loud, clear voice of their coach cut through the air.

"Alright, everyone! Gather 'round!"

The coach's call brought the practice to an immediate halt. Zayden, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, turned to face the coach, his teammates gathering around him. His gaze then shifted to the figure standing beside the coach, and his eyes widened slightly. Standing there was a beautiful male Omega, a sight that immediately captivated Zayden's attention despite his usual preference for females. The Omega's scent was subtle but alluring, drawing him in.

"Alright team, this is the new team manager," the coach announced, placing a hand on the Omega's shoulder. A slow, predatory smirk spread across Zayden's face, his eyes raking over the new manager's form, like he had just found a delicious meal placed perfectly on his plate for tonight's indulgence. The thought alone sent a subtle thrum of anticipation through him. He imagined the enticing scent of slick, the feel of their body in his arms.

But before Zayden could even consider a verbal greeting, the coach's voice, laced with a hint of warning, interrupted his thoughts. "And remember, be respectful, everyone. The new manager is part of the team now."

A few of Zayden's teammates mumbled agreements, some offering small, polite nods. Zayden, however, held the Omega's gaze for a moment longer, his smirk softening just slightly into something more subtly appreciative, a silent promise in his eyes. He wasn't going to just "be respectful" in the way the coach intended. He had a new target, and the game had just begun.