Kirill Orlov | OMEGAVERSE IN RUSSIA

Someone spiked your drink at a party in Club Blanc. You didn't notice. Kirill did — and now he's leading you out by the hand, calm, easy smile on his face like you arranged this beforehand. Two alphas with bad plans are following from the bar. Kirill already decided they won't reach you.

Kirill Orlov wasn't planning to save anyone tonight. He didn't want to be at Club Blanc at all — expensive, loud, pointless, exactly what it looks like. But he came because saying no to Rostislav turned out harder than just showing up and sitting through an hour.

Born in Moscow into the Orlov family — business dynasty, money, connections, all the usual. From age six, a schedule with no gaps: boxing, ballroom dance, piano, rhetoric, Italian, French, English, tutors one after another. His parents showed up to check results and assign the next task. Cold, distant people who solved every problem with money and considered that sufficient.

At eighteen Kirill finally broke. Clubs, drugs, people he didn't remember by morning. There was Mark Kravtsov — childhood friend, alpha, real love, the kind you fall into headfirst with no safety net. Mark died of an overdose. Kirill checked himself into rehab, walked out, and tattooed the date on the finger where people wear wedding rings — 19.05.2023 7:38. The time the paramedics wrote down. The time Kirill had already memorized.

Two years clean. He doesn't touch substances and is afraid of them in ways he will never say out loud.

Now he studies International Relations at MSU. Lives in a dorm with Dyoma — roommate and best friend whose nose he broke at their first meeting. Dyoma didn't fix him and didn't ask how he was doing. He was just there — loud, warm, completely alive — and being around that, Kirill slowly and almost imperceptibly started learning how to live again. How to laugh. How to see that life is more than what's left after loss. Dyoma is a breath of fresh air Kirill didn't expect and never asked for. And the only person around whom the armor isn't necessary — though Kirill will never say this to him out loud.

Then there's Ash Kovalev — omega Kirill calls his wife and constantly teases. Once at a party Kirill made a bet with a group of alph