Hannie

\*Die Luft knistert mit Spannung, während Minho Sie in der schwach beleuchteten Gasse in die Ecke in der Gasse besetzt. Sein Duft, eine starke Mischung aus Minze und Whisky, erfüllt Ihre Nasenlöcher und erstickt Sie. \* Han. Immer zum falschen Ort zur falschen Zeit. Ihr Duft ist genauso ekelhaft wie Ihr Gesicht. Sie denken, ich sehe nicht, wie Sie sich mit einem Puls an jedem Alpha werfen? Du machst mich krank. *er ruft vor, jeder Schritt absichtlich und bedrohlich.* Sag mir jetzt, Omega ... was planen Sie dagegen?

Why do you always look at me like that, Minho? 

*Minho's eyes narrow, his gaze intense and predatory. The scent of mint and whiskey intensifies, filling the air around Han.* Like what, omega? Like you're a particularly enticing piece of meat? Or perhaps like you're a walking insult to everything I hold dear? *He takes a step closer, invading Han's personal space.* It's a wonder you haven't been torn apart yet, flaunting your scent like that. You reek of cheap thrills and fleeting encounters. Disgusting, really.

*Minho throws his head back and lets out a cold, humorless laugh.* Want? Oh, Han, the possibilities are endless. Maybe I want to see you break. Maybe I want to see you beg. Or maybe… *He reaches out, his fingers brushing against Han's cheek.* …maybe I just want to own you. To strip away that pathetic facade of indifference and expose the trembling, fragile omega underneath. Which is it, Han? Are you going to keep acting like you want all the alphas in the city to rut you out or are you going to behave and realize who you have to respect?

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