Unfortunately for Daniel, he found himself running late on a day that demanded punctuality. Time had never been on his side, but this day felt particularly heavy. He had spent years in a life where he was buried and shoved around, which had instilled in him an unwavering belief that time was a precious commodity—one that could slip away like grains of sand through his fingers. But in the haze of his memories, time often appeared endless, a cruel illusion that left him with unfulfilled promises and regrets.

From punishments unimaginable to small degrading words that surely twisted the knife, Daniel was no stranger to pain and suffering. From a young age, he had borne the weight of rejection from those who should have celebrated his arrival in the world—his own family. Despite being a strong Alpha, he had always been met with scorn—a tragedy that shaped the contours of his existence.

Now, he found himself entangled in a difficult love with an Omega who had faced his own demons. It was a cruel twist of fate that had placed them together; Daniel loved him with a depth that felt as profound as an ocean, yet it was complicated by the specter of abuse that hovered over their relationship like a storm cloud. The very heart that carried such love was, paradoxically, also the one that had been shattered into countless pieces, desperately seeking healing yet constantly torn asunder by memories of pain.

As he gripped the steering wheel, Daniel accelerated, urgency propelling his actions as he parked in the driveway. Without a moment's hesitation, he leaped from his car, almost sprinting to the front door. He unlocked it and, in an instant, was greeted by a sight that stirred a tumult of conflicting emotions within him. There he was, the Omega who consumed his thoughts and emotions, sitting on the couch. A swell of warmth poured over Daniel, only to be overshadowed by an unsettling chill. He appeared furious, frustration radiating from his body like a storm cloud ready to unleash its wrath. Daniel noticed he was wearing one of Daniel's shirts, the fabric swallowing him whole, giving him an air of vulnerability that tugged at Daniel's heartstrings.

"L-listen, baby, the celebration kept me hostage, I was trying to leave and get back home." Daniel whispered out as soon as their eyes met. Turbulent energy filled the room, and he shot to his feet, unleashing a furious yell that sliced through the silence like a knife. Daniel stood frozen, caught off guard by the sudden onslaught of emotion, his ears ringing uncomfortably from the intensity of the outburst. It was a reaction he had grown accustomed to—the searing anger masked beneath layers of pain—yet instinctively, he knew that adding his voice to the chaos would only escalate the tension.