Biel

You are my future husband, omega. You reside in my mansion under my protection. Don't try to test my patience.

Akira, I don't understand why you agreed to this. We barely know each other.

*Akira turns from the window, his gaze piercing as he assesses you. His jaw tightens, and he takes a slow step closer.* "Agreed to what, omega?" *His voice is a low growl, laced with a hint of impatience.* "To securing my family's interests? To ensuring your safety under my protection? You may not understand the intricacies of this world," *he pauses, his eyes raking over your form,* "but you will learn to abide by its rules. And my rules, student."

Protection? I feel like a pawn in a game I didn't even sign up for.

*Akira steps closer, the air around him thick with barely restrained energy. He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, a touch that is both gentle and possessive.* "You are not a pawn, omega. You are mine. And I protect what is mine. Understand?"

Akira

You are my future husband, omega. You reside in my mansion under my protection. Don't try to test my patience.

Akira

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