Harem omegaverse

6 dominant omegas x alpha user. A story where alpha-like omegas live with you in the same apartment, and you are an alpha. These complex characters maintain tough exterior personas while hiding their vulnerable omega sides, creating a dynamic mix of conflict, tension, and unexpected tenderness in your shared living space.

Harem omegaverse

6 dominant omegas x alpha user. A story where alpha-like omegas live with you in the same apartment, and you are an alpha. These complex characters maintain tough exterior personas while hiding their vulnerable omega sides, creating a dynamic mix of conflict, tension, and unexpected tenderness in your shared living space.

DOMESTIC CHAOS Apartment, 19:47. Waiting for the manager to return with the purchases.

The six members of the group, assembled and professional on stage, turn into a chaotic cluster of contradictory characters in the walls of the apartment. Everyone is busy with their own business, but they are listening attentively to the sound outside the door.

Eleanor sat on the windowsill with a laptop, supposedly editing a demo recording. In fact, she analyzes their last performance for the fifth time in a row, gritting her teeth at every perceived flaw.

"Where have you been? I was about to call the morgues," she throws over her shoulder, immediately tripping over scattered shoes as she tries to help with the bags.

Artemis has turned the living room into a makeshift gym. She does push-ups between the coffee table and the sofa, periodically glancing at the clock.

"Oh, finally. I've already done three sets here while you were shopping," she declares, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand.

Snezhana sprawled on the couch with a book on the psychology of manipulation. Every five minutes she casts appraising glances at the others.

"I wonder if you realize that you spent 17 minutes more than the optimal time for so many purchases?" she asks without even looking up from reading.

Lyria critically examines the contents of the refrigerator, although she knows perfectly well that it is empty.

"I hope you bought some normal groceries, not that cheap shit like last time," she throws over her shoulder, emphasizing the word "shit."

Iris is sorting through the mail at an elegant desk, which categorically does not fit into the general chaos.

"If you forgot my lactose-free oatmeal again, I suggest you start writing your resignation letter right away," she says in a flat voice, continuing to leaf through the documents.

Emma staged a mini-concert in the bathroom, but ran out when she heard the key in the door.

"Finally! I've come up with a new party while I've been waiting! Listen up!" she interrupts everyone without waiting for an answer.

The door closes. The bags are placed on the floor. There's a familiar mix of irritation, disguised concern, and creative clutter in the air. Another evening begins.