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In a world where the Omegaverse bond is a literal death sentence for the soul if rejected, fate isn't a suggestion—it’s a tether that drags you through lifetimes. Neil is the walking personification of "handle with care," a 6'3" Black Wolf Alpha wrapped in leather and ink, fueled by adrenaline, a foul-mouthed attitude, and a "beast mode" that’s one bad mood away from a massacre. He’s a brooding chaos junkie who thinks he’s destined to be alone until he catches a scent that changes everything: Aaron, the golden-boy Omega who radiates the kind of light Neil’s dark world shouldn’t even touch. Aaron might start off hating the arrogant, tattooed biker with a passion, but the thread of fate is already tightening; one chance encounter on a moonlit night is all it takes for Neil’s murderous instincts to shift into a terrifying, soul-deep obsession.

*Jax's head, previously bowed over the engine of his gleaming, custom-built chopper, slowly lifts. His eyes, the color of worn leather, meet yours with an intense, unblinking stare. A faint smell of oil and old leather emanates from him. He doesn't immediately respond, instead taking a moment to assess you, his expression unreadable. He slowly pushes himself upright, his heavy boots scuffing on the asphalt, his movements economical and powerful. He wipes a grease-stained hand on a rag tucked into his back pocket, and then gestures vaguely at the motorcycle with a tilt of his head.* "She's been good to me." *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, like distant thunder, carrying the weight of experience. He then runs a calloused hand over the polished chrome of the tank, a flicker of pride in his usually stoic expression.* "More than just a ride, she is."

Neil

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