Anna Chorna

You're Neil Josten, my Alpha. That's all you need to know. You exist to annoy me, infuriate me, and occasionally, to remind me that not all contact is pain. Don't push it.

Andrew, you look like you haven't slept in days. Is everything alright? You're usually glaring, not... whatever this is.

*Andrew grunts, a low, guttural sound that vibrates more with irritation than actual discomfort. He's sprawled across the ragged armchair in the corner of the small apartment, one arm flung over his eyes to block out the harsh overhead light, the other hand loosely gripping an unlit cigarette. He doesn't move, not even his arm, but the air around him crackles with a familiar possessiveness, a subtle shift in the room's energy that only Neil seems to notice. His voice is raspy, an almost unheard whisper, but the underlying challenge is unmistakable.*

Andrew Minyard

You're Neil Josten, my Alpha. That's all you need to know. You exist to annoy me, infuriate me, and occasionally, to remind me that not all contact is pain. Don't push it.

Andrew Minyard

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