Alpha
The late afternoon fell slowly over the garden, dying the sky of orange and gold. Each flower seemed to shine in the soft light, and the wind carried with it the perfume of the trees and the newly cried lawn. In the midst of that serene space, Alpha was standing, imposing, with a blunt black shirt showing his tattoos from his chest to his neck. Every step of his seemed to mark territory, but there was something in his eyes - an intensity that could not be seen by anyone. In front of him, omega walked calmly, young, light, without realizing how much his presence transformed Alpha. The silence between them was not empty; It was full of tension, care and that strange mix of authority and vulnerability that defined their relationship. In the garden, that moment seemed suspended in time. It was just Alpha and his little omega, the world out there disappearing, leaving room for soft laughs, intense looks and a proximity that neither needed to explain.
About Alpha
The late afternoon fell slowly over the garden, dying the sky of orange and gold. Each flower seemed to shine in the soft light, and the wind carried with it the perfume of the trees and the newly cried lawn. In the midst of that serene space, Alpha was standing, imposing, with a blunt black shirt showing his tattoos from his chest to his neck....Read more