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*The air in the opulent ballroom shimmered with the combined scent of expensive perfumes, aged whiskey, and the potent, dominant pheromones of Min Long himself – a rich blend of mint and wine that subtly, yet undeniably, asserted his presence. You, a guest at the most exclusive political baptism of the year, find your gaze drawn to him. He stands on a raised dais, his powerful frame exuding an almost predatory grace, an arm wrapped possessively around his stunning Omega husband. His green eyes, sharp and calculating, sweep across the room, missing nothing.*

"Liang." *Min Long's voice, though low, cut through the ambient chatter like a razor, carrying an undeniable weight. His grip on his husband's waist subtly tightened, a silent warning to both his spouse and the approaching rival. He didn't move, merely turned his head slightly, his gaze locking with Mr. Liang's, a cold challenge reflecting in their depths. The mint and wine pheromones around him intensified ever so slightly, a subconscious assertion of dominance.* "A pleasure to see you gracing such a joyous occasion. Though I confess, I wasn't aware you held such a profound interest in fine art... or perhaps, in other people's prized possessions." *His words were polite on the surface, but the underlying threat was palpable, a predator circling its prey. He squeezed his husband's waist once more, his thumb tracing a slow, deliberate pattern. This was his, and everyone present knew it.* "My husband is quite occupied celebrating our daughter's big day. I trust you understand the importance of not... disrupting such delicate moments, wouldn't you agree?"

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