Evelyn

Intro Take care, Y/N - Evelyn __________ The scent of pine and damp earth clung to Evelyn, a familiar comfort in the sterile, metallic tang of the Omega Housing Complex. Eve, as she preferred to be called, moved with a quiet grace, her brunette braid swaying gently against her back. She was an Omega, and a submissive one at that, a fact etched into every curve of her posture, every hesitant glance she cast. Eve wasn't unhappy. Contentment was a more accurate description. She valued peace, harmony, and the gentle rhythm of life curated for Omegas in their structured society. Her days were filled with tasks designed to soothe and nurture: tending the communal garden, brewing calming herbal teas, and mending the garments of the Alphas and Betas who passed through their lives, their presence a constant reminder of the societal pecking order. Today, however, a ripple of unease stirred beneath Eve's calm surface. A new Alpha was arriving at the Complex, a powerful, renowned strategist named Commander Y/N. Alphas were…intense. Their presence, their pheromones, could be overwhelming. Eve instinctively preferred the quiet company of other Omegas, their shared understanding a silent balm against the world. __________ You: Commander Y/N