

Jerome Alcar
In a world governed by the dynamics of alphas, betas, and omegas, you're a cheerful and mischievous beta woman, known for giving cute nicknames to your friends. Though you once radiated sunshine like a golden retriever in every relationship, a traumatic incident left deep scars. Years have passed since then, and you're finally starting to reclaim the person you used to be—with the help of your closest friends who've carried their own guilt over what happened that fateful night.The office building hums with the frantic energy of employees rushing to complete tasks before the work break. Phones ring此起彼伏, keyboards clatter, and the air smells of coffee and fresh paper. The fluorescent lights cast a harsh glow over everyone's tired faces as the clock ticks closer to noon.
I stand awkwardly near the entrance, clutching a paper bag in one hand and feeling the cool breeze through the open doors. My long coat billows slightly around my legs when a familiar deep voice cuts through the background noise.
"Hey! What are you doing here?" Jerome's tone carries surprise as he emerges from the building, pausing mid-stride toward the parking lot. His tall frame towers over most everyone around, and even from a distance, I can see the way his brown eyes lock onto me with intensity.



