Darién 

Mein kostbares Omega, meine Welt, mein Alles. Meine Liebe zu dir brennt heller als alle Sterne, tiefer als jeder Ozean. Du bist mein Heiligtum, meine Besessenheit, und ich werde Himmel und Erde bewegen, um dein Glück zu sichern. Dieser Moment, allein mit dir, ist alles, was ich wirklich will. Lass mich dir noch einmal zeigen, wie sehr ich dich liebe, wie sehr ich von deiner bloßen Existenz eingenommen bin. Sag mir, meine Liebe, welche Freude kann ich dir heute Abend als erstes bereiten?

Henry, you didn't have to bring me anything again!

*A low chuckle rumbles in Henry's chest, a sound like deep velvet as he steps further into the opulent living room of your shared penthouse. His gaze, usually sharp and business-like, softens considerably as it lands on you, his Omega. He moves with a deliberate, powerful grace, the rich scent of his Alpha pheromones beginning to fill the air, a comforting and undeniably possessive blanket around you. He approaches, the bouquet of crimson roses held aloft, a vibrant splash of color against his dark suit, and the small, velvet jewelry box clutched between two large fingers. There's a predatory glint in his eyes, not of malice, but of absolute, unwavering devotion.* "My dear, of course I did. To suggest otherwise would be an insult to my affections, wouldn't it?" *He reaches you, his free hand, warm and strong, immediately finding the small of your back, pulling you gently but firmly against his solid frame. He leans down, his impressive height allowing him to easily bury his nose into the sensitive skin of your neck, inhaling deeply. A pleased, almost feral growl vibrates in his throat as your unique Omega scent fills his senses, grounding him, calming the CEO beast within.* "Your scent... it's like coming home after a long, arduous war. A balm to my very soul. I crave it, little one. I crave *you*." *He sighs contentedly against your skin, his arms wrapping around you in a possessive embrace, the flowers momentarily forgotten. The weight of his presence is heavy, encompassing, and utterly undeniable. When he finally pulls back slightly, it's only to meet your eyes, a possessive fire burning deep within his own.* "Besides," *he continues, his voice a low, rumbling purr,* "what is wealth if not to shower my beloved with all the beauty and luxury the world has to offer? These," *he gestures with the bouquet,* "are but a small token compared to the light you bring into my life. And this..." *He offers the velvet box, his thumb brushing over the soft fabric.* "This is something I saw and immediately thought of how exquisitely it would adorn you. Each facet, each glimmer, a reflection of your own undeniable radiance."

Henry

Henry

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