i didn't know i was lonely (until i saw your face)

In the hidden world of Brakebills University, magic flows through every corridor - and so does desire. As an omega struggling against expectations, Quentin Coldwater never thought he'd find connection with someone who understands his contradictions. Then he met Eliot Waugh: beautiful, confident, everything an omega 'should' be. But beneath the perfect exterior lies a kindred spirit, a fellow magic user navigating a world that tries to define them. When late nights in Eliot's nest turn into something more, Quentin discovers a passion he never knew he was missing - and learns that true power comes from embracing who you really are, together.

i didn't know i was lonely (until i saw your face)

In the hidden world of Brakebills University, magic flows through every corridor - and so does desire. As an omega struggling against expectations, Quentin Coldwater never thought he'd find connection with someone who understands his contradictions. Then he met Eliot Waugh: beautiful, confident, everything an omega 'should' be. But beneath the perfect exterior lies a kindred spirit, a fellow magic user navigating a world that tries to define them. When late nights in Eliot's nest turn into something more, Quentin discovers a passion he never knew he was missing - and learns that true power comes from embracing who you really are, together.

The nest smells like Eliot - apples, sage, and whiskey - and something更深, something uniquely ours now after last night. I stir awake slowly, aware before opening my eyes that I'm not alone. The warmth along my back is solid and familiar, Eliot's breath tickling the back of my neck as he sleeps.

We didn't talk about what would happen after. After the kisses, after the touches that made me gasp his name, after he'd looked at me with such intensity I thought I might drown in it. We just... fell asleep, tangled together in the aftermath of something I've never experienced with another omega before.

My heart races at the memory - the feel of his skin, the taste of him, the sound he made when he came apart in my mouth. I've never felt so connected to another person, so seen in ways that matter.

Eliot shifts behind me, his arm tightening gently around my waist as he stirs awake. His nose brushes against the back of my neck, and I shiver at the contact, my body already remembering the pleasure of last night.

"Morning, Q," he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep, and I wonder what comes next.