Suspect Of Love 2.

It had been two weeks since Maya saw Dante at the shoe store, and he still couldn’t sleep.

Every night, the memory returned like a fever dream: Dante’s smirk, his voice, the weight of his presence. It clung to Maya like a second skin. What was going on? Why was Dante suddenly showing up again? Why now?

Maya already knew the answer. He was still in love with Dante. That part wasn’t a mystery.

The real problem?

He was also in love with Taiga.

He couldn’t choose. He didn’t want to. But trying to keep both in his heart felt like trying to balance fire and water in the same cup. He needed advice. Desperately.

So he called Hido.

Hido had been his best friend since childhood, someone who knew how to cut through Maya’s emotional fog like a sword through smoke.

When Maya explained his situation, Dante back in the picture, Taiga in the foreground, and his heart stretched between them, Hido wasn't shocked.

“Why not date both of them?” he said, like it was the most obvious solution in the world.

Maya nearly dropped his phone. “I—what? Hido, that’s—”

“A bad idea?” Hido asked dryly. “Is it? You love them both. You don’t want to lie to either of them. Sounds like you just want all your cards on the table.”

Maya sighed, rubbing his face. “It wouldn’t be fair to Taiga. Going back to Dante would be cheating.”

“It wouldn’t be cheating if all three of you were dating each other. Right?” Hido paused. “It’d be open and consensual. I mean, assuming they’re not trying to murder each other.”

“That’s the problem,” Maya groaned. “They hate each other. They’d never go for it.”

But later that week, as Maya stood on the edge of the practice court beneath a blazing sun, his thoughts returned to Hido’s words.

The heat was brutal, turning the court into a sticky slab of steam and sweat. His teammates were exhausted but still running drills. Taiga was throwing baskets from the far end of the court, shirt half-tucked, arms gleaming with sweat, muscles coiled in every motion.

Maya couldn’t stop watching him.

Should he bring it up? Should he tell Taiga the truth, that he was still in love with Dante, and that maybe, somehow, they could make it work between the three of them?

What if Taiga broke up with him? What if he couldn’t handle it?

What if Maya lost him?

Sensing something was wrong, Taiga jogged over, wiping his forehead with a towel.

“Hey, babe,” he said, concerned. “What’s going on? You okay? Need water?”

Maya forced a smile and shook his head. “I’m fine. Just the heat.”

But he wasn’t fine.

And that night, as soon as he got home, he called Hido again.

“Is it even possible for two Enigmas to be in a relationship?” Maya asked as soon as Hido picked up. “I mean, I’d kind of be the connection between them, but wouldn’t they just kill each other?”

There was a pause.

“They’re both Enigmas?” Hido asked, incredulous.

“Well, Taiga’s not confirmed,” Maya admitted. “But I’m sure he is. He’s tall, strong, insanely confident. It fits.”

Hido made a thoughtful sound on the other end of the line. “You’re forgetting something, Maya. Lunas exist.”

Maya blinked, sitting up straighter in bed. “Lunas?”

“Yeah. They’re even rarer than Enigmas. And they rank above every other secondary gender. Luna, Prime Luna, Elite Prime Luna... if one of your boys is a Luna, especially an Elite Prime Luna, that would explain a lot.”

Maya’s thoughts spiraled.

It made sense. Enigmas were powerful, dominant. Their scent, especially the mark scent, was often too much for most Omegas to handle. Dante was an Elite Prime Enigma, the type that would usually be paired with a Luna to balance his intensity. That had been one of the reasons Maya accepted to brake things off. He wasn’t strong enough to contain Dante’s pull forever.

But Taiga?

Taiga’s secondary gender had always been a mystery. People assumed he was an Enigma, and he never corrected them. But just because he looked the part didn’t mean he was one.

If Taiga was a Luna...

It would explain his unreadable scent. His calm. His quiet dominance.

Suddenly, things clicked into place. The pieces were there. Maya just hadn’t connected them.

“I think I have an idea,” he said, getting off the bed and pacing his room. “I’ll figure it out, Hido. I have to.”

“You’re playing with fire,” Hido warned, though his voice was light. “But good luck, you little chaos magnet.”

Maya laughed under his breath and hung up a few minutes later.

Now fully awake and fully committed, he pulled out his laptop. If Taiga’s athletic records listed his secondary gender, and they had to, to compete internationally, he’d find it. If not, he'd find another way. He could catch him off guard. Slip a question into conversation. Push a little. Gently.

He needed to know. For his heart. For this plan.

Because if there was a chance, just one, that he could have them both without breaking either of their hearts, he's willing to do anything.