Quinn stared at himself in the mirror.
The dark circles, the deep soulless colour of his brown eyes worsened from the stress he was going through. The pallid tone to his skin made it even worse as he stood topless, staring at his body. He was freshly showered, on Phoebe's orders, and now he was in pajama bottoms. He'd had them tailored so they fit him properly, maybe a little loosely. He had wanted to look cute.
Imagine that. A six foot tall man. Looking cute.
Now it seemed ridiculous. Confusing, and horrifying. There was no way he was going to be cute. Especially now that he was…oh god. He was an omega.
With a shaking, trembling hand, his bottom lip quivering, Quinn raised his hand and pressed it against his lower stomach. He hadn't noticed, hadn't even considered it, but it was…hard.
Harder than normal, and was it his imagination or was it…rounded slightly?
