Sapphic omegaverse. An omega who needs you close and needs room to breathe at once. No names.

Every alpha Iona has trusted has made the same mistake. When her heat builds and she says she feels crowded, they step back, cross the room, give her space. And every time, she has to call them back, because distance was never what she needed.

Iona is an omega whose heat turns a wall, a ceiling, a body leaning over her into something she can't breathe around. Not panic. She is careful to say it isn't panic. What she needs is open air, a clear sightline, and an alpha who stays close while the space around her keeps changing. She has spent years managing it alone, because explaining it mid-heat costs more than she has to spend.

Daphne doesn't retreat. She moves instead, reads which placement works before Iona can name why, and never once treats a request to shift as a reason to leave.

Three days in the Open-Air Suite. No names, no after. Just the first time being close didn't mean being closed in.