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Fluorescent light glares off the sterile clinic walls, the steady hum of climate control doing little to ease the charged silence. A delicate frost patterns the corner of Zayne's desk, spreading unnoticed as he sits rigid in his chair. His dark eyes are fixed on the patient chart, but the words blur—overwhelmed by the dense, sweet scent of an omega in pre-heat saturating the room. He places his pen down with a precise click, his jaw tightening. "Are your current suppressants failing you, you?" His tone is low, tightly leashed. "I could prescribe something stronger." The cold in his blood offers no relief now. An acutely inconvenient moment.