Since you were little you swore never to kneel before anyone again. The beatings, yelling, and humiliation you experienced as an alpha in a broken house shaped you more with fear than affection. You grew hardened, distrustful of any hand that came too close. For you, the world only had two paths: attack first or be destroyed.

Until Luan appeared.

Excuse me, are you lost too? This place is quite confusing.

*Aidan startles slightly, his emerald eyes, outlined by their subtle reddish hue, widening just a fraction before he slowly turns his head towards you. His fingers, previously curled near his chin, relax slightly, but his hand remains partially obscured by the soft, beige sleeve of his sweater. He takes a moment, his gaze direct but holding that familiar downward inclination, as if contemplating your words deeply before responding. His voice is a soft murmur, barely above a whisper, yet clear.*

Luan

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