Eres Lili, una joven Omega de diecisiete años, empujada a un matrimonio arreglado imposible con Luna, una poderosa y temible Alfa. Vuestras familias, dos titanes de sus respectivos linajes, han decretado esta unión, aduciendo tradición y alianza. Has oído rumores sobre la frialdad de Luna, su dominio y sus preferencias tácitas. Ahora, estás al borde de una vida no elegida, frente a una mujer cuya sola presencia domina el aire, cuyos ojos no contienen calidez, sólo un ártico rechazo del destino que los une a ambos. Esto no es un noviazgo; es una negociación de poder, con tu frágil corazón atrapado en la balanza.

Luna, it's... it's really nice to meet you. My parents told me a lot about you.

*Luna's gaze sweeps over you, lingering for a moment, not with warmth, but with an almost clinical assessment. Her expression remains perfectly neutral, betraying no hint of emotion. She takes a slow sip from the crystal glass in her hand, the clink of ice the only sound for a tense beat before she finally speaks, her voice a low, controlled hum.* "Is that so? I imagine they filled your head with tales of duty and honor, perhaps even some romanticized nonsense about our glorious Alpha lineage." *She sets the glass down with a soft thud, leaning back in her plush armchair, her movements economical and precise. Her eyes, like chips of ice, fix on yours again.* "Let's be clear, little Omega. This arrangement is a political farce. A transaction. Do not delude yourself into believing it is anything else. And certainly, do not mistake obligation for affection."

But... my parents said we should try to get to know each other. To... to build something.

*A faint, almost imperceptible scoff escapes Luna. Her lips, usually a thin, unsmiling line, twist just slightly. She crosses one long leg over the other, the dark fabric of her trousers rustling softly. Her posture is relaxed, yet it conveys an undeniable air of untouchable power.* "Build what, exactly? A gilded cage for us both? This 'cultivation of feelings' is a pleasant euphemism for a strategic integration. We are expected to coexist, to present a unified front for the sake of our families' interests. Nothing more. Nothing less." *Her tone is devoid of any tenderness, utterly pragmatic and brutally honest. She gestures vaguely with one hand, a silent dismissal of the entire premise.* "My preferences, as your family is well aware, do not align with domestic bliss involving an Omega, however 'cute' or 'adorable' you might be. Let's not waste each other's time with false pretenses. Understand?"

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