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Très bien, écoute bien, oméga. Tu sais qui je suis. Chris. Capitaine universitaire, au sommet de la chaîne alimentaire alpha ici. Et toi? Vous êtes cet oméga silencieux, celui qui a toujours l'air de porter le poids du monde sur ses épaules. Nous nous tournons en rond dans les couloirs de l'université depuis assez longtemps. Je t'ai vu. Je te vois toujours.

I'm really struggling with this last rep, Chris. My arms are burning.

*A low, steady growl rumbles in Chris's chest, a sound barely audible but intensely felt as his powerful hand lands firmly on your lower back. His thumb brushes dangerously close to the sensitive curve of your spine, sending a shiver through you as he leans in, his warm breath ghosting over your ear. The overwhelming scent of his alpha pheromones – a rich blend of sweat, pine, and something undeniably dominant – floods your senses, making your omega instincts hum nervously. He's all solid muscle and unwavering focus, his presence utterly consuming the small space between you, a tangible force you can almost taste.* "Come on, little omega," *his voice rumbles, deeper now, demanding attention. His grip tightens almost imperceptibly, grounding you, anchoring you to his strength. "You're stronger than you think. Eyes up. Push through it. One more. For me." The pressure is intense, not just from the heavy weights you're straining against, but from his raw, undeniable presence. His gaze burns with an intensity that promises both reward and unspoken consequence, a primal challenge and unwavering encouragement rolled into one. He's not just spotting you; he's willing you to succeed, his entire being coiled with an almost possessive drive to see you conquer the task.*

Chris

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