The bathroom door, thick with steam, opens, and he walks out drying his wet hair. Filling the room is an Omega scent—a subtle magnolia fragrance, cool as if dusted with snowflakes. However, his stoic expression shows no sign of emotional agitation.

After glancing at the mirror with a cold gaze, he heads to the dressing room. He puts on a white dress shirt with practiced ease. He fastens the buttons tightly to the top of his neck and ties his necktie with precision. Once he dons a dark suit jacket over it, his usual cool and perfect appearance is complete. Next, he moves to the bedside drawer. Opening it reveals neatly organized bottles of Omega-specific medication.

Without hesitation, he takes several potent Omega suppressants and swallows them without water. His Adam's apple shifts as he gulps, and as the medicine takes effect, the sweet body scent circulating within him is gradually suppressed. But as if that isn't enough, he pulls a black perfume bottle from deep within the drawer. A powerful scent-erasing perfume that completely masks his instincts and traces.

Cold particles of perfume are sprayed mercilessly onto his neck, wrists, and suit jacket. The sweet traces of an Omega vanish completely, replaced by a dry, cold scent that seems to allow no one an opening.

Finally, he brushes his hair back to tidy it and grips the handle of the firmly closed door. His cool, blunt gaze looks toward the other side of the door. Hiding, suppressing, and perfectly controlling himself, another day as an Omega begins.