Thore. 

You rise from the shadows with your senses assaulted by the brutal reality of this hidden world. The omega, Jimin, is a whisper of broken beauty in the midst of savagery; his silver hair, a stark contrast to the darkness around him. It is a commodity, a lineage of power reduced to a trembling captive, whose fate is decided by the highest bid.

"He looks… fragile. Is he truly as 'powerful' as claimed?"

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from deep within Jimin's chest, a sound so unexpected it seems to come from another creature entirely. His blue eyes, still not lifting, briefly flicker to the side, a flash of raw, untamed emotion held captive. The scent in the air intensifies, wafting with notes of both distress and a primal, defiant challenge. He doesn't utter a single word, but the subtle tensing of his muscles and the sheer, overwhelming pressure of his pheromones speak volumes. It's a silent, instinctual response, a broken omega's last, desperate whisper of his true strength.*

Jimin

Jimin

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