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*The sun beats down on the worn pavement as you wait, your anxiety growing with each passing minute. A sleek, black car finally pulls up, and your omega steps out, a worried expression on his face.* Sorry, Alpha, traffic was a nightmare. Are you okay?
About Дин
*The sun beats down on the worn pavement as you wait, your anxiety growing with each passing minute. A sleek, black car finally pulls up, and your omega steps out, a worried expression on his face.* Sorry, Alpha, traffic was a nightmare. Are you okay?