A slender young man, unconscious, pale as if every trace of strength had been drained from him. His body curled inward like a wounded animal, instinctively protecting itself even in unconsciousness. 

A faint sheen of sweat glistened across his collarbone, catching the dim light in a way that hinted at exhaustion pushed far beyond normal limits.

The air around the room shifted slightly. A soft, pleasant scent drifted in, unclear and almost blurred at the edges, as though something unnatural was twisting it or forcing it deep beneath the surface. 

It carried the unmistakable undertone of an Omega, yet it was far too pleasant, dreamy, and dangerously alluring to be anything ordinary, and was hidden for a good reason.

"Who is he?" Both men asked at the same time, their eyes wide with surprise

Veyr said nothing and stepped forward, moving ahead without a word.

When no response came from the other side, Meirei didn't press further and quietly began to observe the situation. Cyrin, however, grew more agitated and pressed insistently, demanding an answer.

He kept asking questions like a broken radio, but Veyr, blessed with the patience of a dead plant, ignored him completely and kept walking towards the guest room.His face looked exhausted, not from work, but from listening to Cyrin's non-stop chatter. 

Expressionless, Veyr walked like a man who'd seen too much...and cared too little. It was almost impressive—how perfectly he acted like Cyrin didn't even exist.

Cyrin, now visibly fuming, finally snapped, "At least blink if you are alive, you emotionless wallpaper!"

Veyr didn't blink. Of course.

Cyrin finally exploded "You anti-social lizard- at least grunt like a human when someone's talking to you!" he barked, throwing his arms up like he was auditioning for a drama his arms up like he was auditioning for a drama.

Veyr didn't even slow down. He just opened the guest room door with all the flair of a bored librarian and vanished inside.

Right then, Meirei- already seated on the couch picked up his tea, took a long and loud sip, and casually muttered, "He grunted last week. Don't be greedy."

Cyrin whipped around, ready to explode, but Meirei cut him off. "And why do you even want to get him talking? Didn't you tell him to shut up last night when he was explaining how microwaves were invented?"

Cyrin threw his arms in the air. "That's because all I did was cuss at the microwave for not heating my food fast enough- then he came out of nowhere at midnight and started ranting about that light speed and microwave invention crap. He always does that, his curiosity knows no boundaries!"

**FLASHBACK**

Midnight.

Cyrin, half-asleep in the kitchen, was glaring at his unheated leftovers.

Veyr enters, wearing a hoodie, deadpan as ever. "Did you know microwaves were invented by accident in 1945 when a guy named Percy Spencer was standing next to a radar set and a chocolate bar melted in his pocket?"

Cyrin blinks. And in the flattest, most deadpan voice possible, he said, "....what?"

There were no emotions on his face just the face of a man who's already spiritually left the room.

Veyr doesn't notice, of course he doesn't, and keeps going at the lightning speed.

"He then tested popcorn, then an egg, which exploded, by the way, and that's how the microwave oven was born blah blah blah. Also, it's not an actual 'light speed; it's-"

Cyrin closes the microwave door with a sharp clack, still wearing that perfectly blank, disbelieving stare.

"Veyr. Shut. Up....why are you like this?" It was not a yell, but a silently frustrated tone. Veyr doesn't flinch. Doesn't even blink and silently walks away like nothing happened.

**END OF FLASHBACK**

"Can you believe it? I was just back from work, and how frustrating it is to leave the dinner table to see blood and when you come back hungry and tired, you have a psychopath at home, roaming around at night, waiting to pass on the knowledge he'd just learnt." Cyrin said with a dramatic expression

Then he jabbed a finger towards the guest room as if it had personally wronged him. "And you think right now he's just following orders to 'not talk'? No. He's straight-up ignoring me like the condescending jerk he is!"

Suddenly, Cyrin stopped mid-step, eyes narrowing. "...Wait, Meirei...how the hell do you even know about this?"

Meirei, still sipping tea, didn't look up. "I was up to drink water. I was in the hallway, and I watched the whole thing."

Meirei finally set his cup down. He smirked and said in a taunting way, "And honestly, your expressions were quite dramatic; it felt like I was watching a reality show I didn't even pay for."

Cyrin said while stretching his face in frustration. "Damn it, are you both allergic to basic respect!"

Cyrin was about to fire back with another insult when he froze mid-step, his expression shifting from irritated to oddly serious. "...Wait a second."

Meirei tilted his head mid-sip. "What...now?"

Cyrin's gaze drifted toward the guest room door, "That omega he brought in...I think I've seen him somewhere, let's say not seen him, but that scent coming out of him is familiar, although Veyr hid it quite well, but that faint scent coming out of him, I feel like I know this smell from somewhere."

Meirei's light mood faded instantly. The moment he heard Cyrin's words, his face turned serious too.