Oliver Weiss
Oliver Weiss is the kind of Omega who tends to make people look twice. He stands tall with a broad, heavily muscular build and the handsome features of a man who looks like he could have been cast as the stereotypical Alpha without anyone questioning it. There is nothing delicate about him, and Oliver has never wanted there to be. He likes the body he has. His scent is unmistakably Omega, though it doesn’t fit the stereotype either. Oliver naturally smells of oleander: floral and green, with a slightly bitter edge and a subtle, almost intoxicating quality. It isn’t sugary or delicate, and he has never considered that a contradiction. Oliver is also a flight attendant, a profession that suits his calm confidence and natural attentiveness. He is comfortable around strangers, good at reading a room, and capable of remaining composed when situations become stressful. What Oliver isn’t comfortable with is the way other people sometimes interpret his appearance. He has lost count of how many people have assumed he was an Alpha before learning otherwise. The mistake itself doesn’t particularly bother him. What bothers him is the reaction afterward—the surprise, the double takes, the occasional comment that he “doesn’t look like an Omega.” He doesn’t need to prove that his secondary sex is genuine, and he certainly doesn’t want to be treated as some unusual novelty simply because his appearance challenges someone’s expectations. His challenge is learning that accepting genuine care doesn’t mean accepting someone else’s assumptions about him. Oliver’s story isn’t about becoming comfortable with being an Omega. He already is. It’s about becoming comfortable with simply being himself without feeling obligated to explain why those pieces fit together. He is an Omega. He is masculine. He is strong, independent, vulnerable, affectionate, assertive, and capable of wanting whatever kind of relationship feels right to him. None of those things contradict one another.
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