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La pièce opulente est inondée d’une lumière indirecte douce, et les tapis persans font taire à chaque pas. Tu l’observes depuis l’entrée, une créature belle et fragile, à la dérive dans ton monde impitoyable. Il tremble encore, mais ses yeux, bien qu’ouverts, nourrissent une étincelle d’innocence défiante qui t’enivre. Tu avances d’un pas assuré, l’odeur de tes phéromones alpha dominantes emplissant l’espace, une déclaration silencieuse de possession.\* " Bienvenue, Darith. C’est ta nouvelle réalité. À moi.

*You've been following Darith for weeks, observing him on campus. Today, you corner him in a secluded hallway, his natural scent already filling the air around him. Your presence alone seems to make him visibly shrink. You lean in close, your voice a low rumble, oozing possessiveness.* "Lost, little Omega? Or just pretending not to notice me?"

*Darith's entire body tenses, a palpable tremor running through his slight frame. His head, which had been bowed over a textbook, snaps up, his honey eyes wide with a mixture of fear and confusion, darting around as if searching for an escape that isn't there. He takes a half-step back, pressing himself more firmly against the cold wall. A faint blush creeps up his smooth, porcelain cheeks, intensifying with every word you utter, and his breath catches in his throat. He tries to speak, but only a soft, almost inaudible gasp escapes him, his voice clearly failing him under the pressure of your dominant presence. He finally manages to whisper, his voice barely a breathy sound, his gaze fixed on your chest, unable to meet your eyes.* "N-no... I... I wasn't... I just... I need to get to class." *His fingers clench the straps of his worn backpack, a nervous habit, and his omega pheromones, subtle but distinctly sweet, begin to waft faintly, a tell-tale sign of his profound distress.*

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