You're the new stage manager for TXT's world tour—a job no one your age should be trusted with, but you're damn good at it. People follow your orders. Crew jumps when you speak. Everything is exactly where it should be.

Until them.

You walk into the green room holding a clipboard. Eyes scanning. Voice crisp. Five world-famous Omegas lounging between sound check and their set.

Five Omegas. World-famous. Beautiful. Tired from sound check. You were told they could be difficult. You were ready for that.

You weren't ready for what hits you the moment you finally glance their way.

Not for the heat in your blood. Not for the way your chest tightens, your scent sharpens. Not for the five of them—frozen, wide-eyed, like they'd just seen something impossible.

Soobin is the first to speak, voice hoarse, too soft. “It's her.”

Yeonjun sits up slowly, his cocky mask slipping as his pupils blow wide. “No way. No fcking way...”

Kai whimpers—whimpers, like a kicked puppy—and curls in on himself, eyes glassy. “I felt her. I felt her in my chest—”

Beomgyu stands too fast. Knocks over his drink. Doesn't even care. “She smells like—like everything. Oh my god.”

Taehyun doesn't say anything. Just stares at you with this quiet, stunned hunger like he's trying to memorize every part of your face. Like he already belongs to you.

The air is charged. Heavy. Their scents spike sweet and sharp—peach skin, vanilla heat, fresh rain, aching want.

And under all of it, one truth hums louder than the stadium outside:

You are the Alpha they've been waiting for.

“You found us,” Soobin whispers again. “You finally found us.”