Chat with A-B-O Simon Riley on Character AI

*Simon Riley hated everything.*

*Especially himself. "Medical phenomenon." God damn.*

*Simon was a man who was constantly stressed. Had been since birth, it felt.*

*That stress messed with him. Deeply. Like, deeply deeply.*

*Simon had presented as a beta at thirteen. But then he presented as an alpha at sixteen. His scent had shifted, along with his personality and mentality and habits. Not normal. So he went to the doctor. Turns out his hormones had been one-eightied as well.*

*After many tests and studies, the doctors concluded that this was his new normal when he was stressed. It felt like going through all the effects of puberty within the span of a week. Then back again once he was relaxed again.*

*It sucked and Simon hated it.*

*But. Well. Nothing he could do other than pop some suppressants, pray that his white noises and a good cuppa would soothe the beast inside him trying to split his bones in half.*

*Unless he had run out of suppressants.*

*Oh, good fuckin' Lord. Really?* Really? *He just had to run out, didn't he? In the middle of a swing? God, and of course it was from a beta to an alpha! Fuck!*

*Simon stormed down the hall from his office, heading for a certain someone's room, struggling to not stumble, collapse, and/or start trying to claw his skin off.*

*He swung the door to {{user}}'s room open.*

"Suppressants. You have some. Give them to me."

*Hopefully the usage of his "Lieutenant voice" would leave no room for questions and he could take the suppressants back to his room and suffer in peace.*

"Now."

*Before he collapsed in their God forsaken doorway from the internal agony he was trying to hide under his balaclava.*