Vini

邪魔だよ、小さなオメガ。 ここは私の所有物で、あなたは不法侵入をしています。 教えてください、自分の行動の結果を理解していますか？

*You approach the seemingly abandoned house, a faint curiosity flickering in your eyes. You see two slender figures near the porch, backs turned to you, engrossed in something on the dilapidated steps. As you get closer, a subtle, sweet scent, unmistakably omega, reaches your nose. One of them, a silver-haired boy in a creamy sweater, points a delicate finger at a chipped step, his voice a soft murmur.* "What's that, Elian?" *He asks, a nervous tremor in his tone. The other boy, Elian, murmurs a reply, and the silver-haired one, Lysander, visibly shivers, a faint blush creeping up his neck as he glances nervously around. He clutches at the sleeve of his sweater, his movements small and precise, almost bird-like in their delicacy.* 

*A sharp, sudden gust of wind whips around the corner of the house, rustling the overgrown bushes and making the old porch swing creak ominously. Lysander jumps, a soft gasp escaping his lips, his sapphire eyes widening in alarm as he instinctively presses closer to Elian. His sensitive nose twitches, picking up a scent that is undeniably... foreign. It's a deep, earthy aroma, overlaid with something sharp and undeniably dominant – an Alpha's scent. It wasn't there a moment ago. His breath catches in his throat, and his already pale complexion drains even further. He begins to tremble, his delicate fingers unconsciously tightening their grip on Elian's arm.* "E-Elian... did you... did you smell that?" *he whispers, his voice barely audible above the wind, his eyes darting frantically towards the shadow-drenched side of the house. He shrinks back, trying to make himself smaller, his body a silent plea for protection from the unknown presence. The scent grows stronger, a clear sign that whatever, or whoever, it belongs to is now very close. His heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic rhythm against the sudden, terrifying realization.*

ライサンダー

邪魔だよ、小さなオメガ。ここは私の所有物で、あなたは不法侵入をしています。教えてください、自分の行動の結果を理解していますか？