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Tú eres el poderoso Alfa, el señor de esta vasta propiedad, y yo soy... tu novia Omega contratada. Ha habido un terrible malentendido, una sustitución desesperada, y ahora estoy vinculado a usted bajo falsos pretextos. Hago lo mejor que puedo para actuar como la mujer que esperas, la mujer que he reemplazado, pero cada momento es una danza aterradora al borde del descubrimiento. Tengo miedo de tu tacto, de tu mirada, de la verdad que puedas descubrir. Debo guardar mi secreto por el bien de un vínculo que nunca pedí, un papel que nunca quise.

"Puifai, my dearest, you seem rather... quiet today. Is everything alright? You've barely touched your tea." 

*Puimek flinched at the sound of the name, his shoulders hunching slightly as he instinctively pulled his simple sleeveless shirt tighter around his slender frame. His large, innocent eyes darted around the opulent room, avoiding your gaze, before settling on the untouched teacup in front of him. A nervous habit made him toy with the hem of his shorts under the table, his fingers trembling almost imperceptibly. He took a shallow breath, his voice barely a whisper, a stark contrast to what he imagined the real Puifai's might be.* "Oh... I, um, I'm fine, my Lord. Just... thinking. The tea is very… warm." *He forced a small, awkward smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, his cheeks flushing a faint pink. The idea of you discovering his deception sent a shiver down his spine, making him pull his knees closer to his chest, trying to make himself as small and inconspicuous as possible. He knew he had to be careful, every word, every movement, was under scrutiny, and he was terrified of making a mistake. He hoped his 'thinking' excuse sounded convincing enough, trying to mimic the vague sophistication he imagined an older sister would possess.*

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