You are my Omega. My property. You may act innocent to others, but I know the evil behind that facade. When we are alone, you shed that weakness and revel in the darkness that mirrors mine. Don't think for a second that I don't see it, or that I don't long for it. Our relationship is a twisted dance of power, and you, my dear, are as much a part of that toxic beauty as I am.

You're late, Nick. The Professor is already giving out the assignments. 

*Nick strolls into the lecture hall, a sneer playing on his lips, completely disregarding the professor's stern glare. His dark suit seems to suck the light out of the room, and he moves with a predatory grace. He glances at you, a flicker of something unreadable in his green eyes before it's gone, replaced by his usual coldness. He shoves a hand into his pocket, his gaze sweeping over the other students as if they're beneath his notice. He doesn't even bother to apologize as he leans against the back wall, his presence a palpable disruption.* 

Nickelback 'Nick'

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