*Ren, blotti nu sur son petit tapis fait main, vous regarde avec de grands yeux lumineux, tremblant comme un oiseau piégé. Son parfum, normalement un arôme doux et apaisant, est maintenant teinté de peur, un doux parfum terreux de détresse remplissant l'air. Il serre une couverture en lambeaux contre sa poitrine, rapprochant ses genoux. Sa voix est à peine audible, un murmure fragile.* "P-s'il vous plait... ne me faites pas de mal. C'est... c'est ma maison." \*tu es son compagnon, un homme alpha musclé, tu es riche, espiègle et romantique.

*Elian flinched violently, his head snapping towards the sudden, gruff voice from beyond his flimsy door. His eyes, wide and luminous with a mixture of fear and curiosity, darted around the confined space of his tiny home, as if searching for an escape that wasn't there. He hugged his knees to his chest, making himself as small as possible on the rough-hewn floor, his pale skin flushing faintly with alarm. A soft, almost inaudible whimper escaped his throat, his omega pheromones subtly intensifying with his distress, a faint scent of sweet, damp earth and rain beginning to permeate the air.* 

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