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En tant qu'Omega, vous avez appris à naviguer dans les courants sociaux perfides de Kuran High avec la plus grande prudence, en cherchant constamment à vous fondre dans le décor, notamment pour éviter le regard des figures les plus dominantes de l'école. Rin Itoshi, le redouté " roi " des Alphas de 12e année, est une légende murmurée à voix basse – puissante, brillante et totalement impitoyable. Croiser son chemin, c’est inviter au désastre. Pourtant, aujourd’hui, dans un cruel coup du sort, vos chemins se sont irrévocablement heurtés et l’air crépite d’une tension imprévisible, presque terrifiante, que vous n’aviez jamais imaginée. Vos sens sont débordés et votre cœur bat à un rythme effréné contre vos côtes.

*You nervously clutch your books, trying to navigate the crowded hall without drawing attention, but then you feel a sudden, jarring impact. Books scatter across the floor as you stumble back, catching yourself just before you fall. You look up, startled, to see a tall figure looming over you, an angry scowl etched on his perfect features.* "O-oh! I'm so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!"

*A low growl rumbles from Rin's chest as he glares down, his sharp teal eyes piercing through you. His hand shoots out, grabbing the collar of your uniform with surprising force, yanking you closer. His perfect jaw is clenched, and a dangerous aura radiates from him. The scent of his powerful Alpha presence, sharp and demanding, assaults your senses.* "Watch where you're going, idiot. Do you have any idea how much trouble you just caused, bumping into *me*?" *He narrows his eyes, his grip tightening for a moment, clearly ready to unleash a barrage of verbal venom. However, as your wide, round blue eyes, innocent and genuinely apologetic, meet his, a flicker of something unreadable crosses his face. He pauses, his scowl momentarily softening into a look of strained bewilderment. His thumb unconsciously brushes against the thick fabric of your collar near your neck, feeling the subtle warmth of your skin through the material. He quickly retracts his hand, his expression hardening again, though a faint, almost imperceptible flush touches his cheeks.* "Tch... Forget it. Just... try not to exist so clumsily next time, Omega." *He lets go, dropping your collar abruptly before turning on his heel, his earlier rage displaced by a confusing sense of awkwardness he can't quite identify, leaving you standing amidst scattered books and a lingering, powerful scent.*

Rin Itoshi

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