Falling for the Enemy Episode 1

Dining Room, early morning

Luke walks into the dining room where his family is already gathered around the table for breakfast. His older brother, Matt, is chatting with his wife, and his sister, Sophie, is busy feeding her baby. His younger sister, Lily, is on her phone.

Every morning was the same. Luke always woke up at the exact same time and followed the same routine: get ready, have breakfast, and leave for college—all down to the minute.

Matt [MC BROTHER]

(grinning) Morning, little bro. Ready for another day of college?

Luke [MC]

(sitting down, glancing at the crumbs on the table) Yeah. Ready as ever

Sophie [MC Sister]

(smirking) Honestly, Luke, you make the rest of us look messy. I swear you wiped that same spot on the table yesterday too.

Lily

(smiling) And I bet your dorm room’s spotless, huh? You probably reorganize everything before anyone even notices

Luke [MC]

(with a small smile, wiping crumbs off the table) I just like things neat, that’s all.

Cleon[MC father]

(looking up from his newspaper) Luke, you’ve been pretty quiet lately. Everything okay?

Luke [MC]

(hesitating) Yeah… just thinking about an assignment, that’s all.

As Luke talks with his family, his eyes briefly flicker to his left hand, where a thin red thread is wrapped tightly around his pinky finger. It was always there, ever since he’d presented as an omega. The red thread, a sign of fate, connecting him to someone out there—but he had no idea who. When will I meet them?

Luke quickly looks away, not wanting to think too much about it in front of his family. They didn’t know he was an omega yet, and he wasn’t ready to tell them. Not just yet.

Luke finishes eating and immediately starts cleaning up the table, wiping down the surfaces with precision. His family watches, amused but used to his habits.

Sophie [MC Sister]

(teasing) There he goes again. Can’t let a single crumb survive.

Janice[MC MOTHER]

(chuckling) Always helping out. I don’t know what I’d do without you, Luke.

Luke [MC]

(murmuring) Just like things neat, that’s all.

After tidying up, Luke heads upstairs to get ready. He stands in front of the mirror, straightening his clothes and checking his bag. His eyes trail back to his pinky finger, where the red thread curls and twists, invisible to everyone else but him. It stretched off somewhere in the distance, pulling him toward his destined partner.

At exactly 9:00 AM, Luke arrives at his college and heads straight to the lecture hall, where he always sits in the same spot: third row, second seat from the left. It’s part of his routine, a small comfort in his carefully ordered life. But even as he settles into his seat, his thoughts return to that red thread. Who is on the other end of this? And when will I find out?