"You already thought of ending it," Arion said.
"Yes."
"Then why are you waiting?"
Thomas looked back at him, soft brown eyes steady now despite the exhaustion in them. "Because if I ended it first, he would have said I discarded him the moment he failed to perform correctly. If I waited, perhaps he would choose honestly."
Arion hummed and leaned back in his chair.
Unfortunately, Andrea was a pampered omega with very polished illusions of being more important than everyone around him, especially the people he considered beneath the value of his own designation.
People like Thomas.
People like Dean.
The thought made something in Arion go cold again.
Andrea had not hated Thomas because Thomas was cruel. Thomas had not demanded, forced, cornered, or humiliated him. If anything, Thomas had done the opposite. He had given Andrea time. Space. Dignity. The chance to refuse without having to make the refusal public.
