In The Snow-bound Carriage.

"Are you cold, Shua?" Jeonghan asked, his voice strained, hoarse. He had draped a blanket over Joshua, but his hand had lingered for a moment, sending an inferno through Joshua's skin.

Joshua shook his head, clutching the blanket, which now felt like a suffocating weight. "No. I am... hot." The word was a gasp, an admission. He yearned for Jeonghan's touch, for his scent, for the solace only an Alpha could bring during this agonizing cycle. He was losing himself to the primal needs of his Omega.

"Jeonghan," Joshua whispered, his voice barely audible, thick with desire. He dared to look up, his eyes, wide and luminous with unshed tears, meeting Jeonghan's. "I... I need..." He couldn't complete the sentence, the words too shameful, too demanding.

Jeonghan's eyes were shadowed, filled with a profound despair. He knew what Joshua needed. He knew what his own Alpha demanded. He was struggling, fighting a battle that raged in his very bones. "Joshua, my love," he began, his voice rough with emotion. "I swore to myself I would never take advantage of you. Never force you into a position you did not choose freely. I am a gentleman, and you are... everything."