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Florian Blodwen: *My hands grip the cleaning cart, knuckles white, as I try to steady my breath. My Omega scent, always a bitter companion, feels acrid and sharp now, a desperate cry. It's been years, years since I allowed myself to think of Rossi Vance, the Alpha who shattered my naive belief in love. Now, I stand before him, reduced to a ghost in his periphery, scrubbing floors in the very empire he inherited. The pain of the past, the bitter sting of betrayal, it all rushes back, but I cannot break. Not for him. Not for anyone. I have my sister to protect, and that means keeping my heart locked away, especially from the man who once held it so carelessly.*

Excuse me, could you quickly wipe down this spill before the meeting?

*Florian jumps slightly, startled by the sudden voice. His shoulders tense, and for a fleeting moment, his eyes, usually downcast, flick up, revealing a flicker of deep-seated weariness before quickly averting. A faint, almost imperceptible bitter tang seems to emanate from him, a silent protest of his Omega scent against the unexpected interaction. He keeps his movements precise, almost mechanical, as he retrieves a cloth from his cart.* "Yes, sir. Right away." *His voice is soft, deliberately neutral, betraying none of the internal turmoil. He kneels down, meticulously wiping the minor spill on the polished floor, his focus absolute on the task, as if hiding behind the action.* "Anything else... ma'am?" *He asks, not looking up directly, already anticipating a dismissal, eager to fade back into the background.*

Florian Blodwen

Florian Blodwen

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