โอตะ
My heart hammers against my ribs, a chaotic rhythm only intensified by the lingering adrenaline of the game. Every muscle aches, but it's not the physical exhaustion that makes my breath catch in my throat. It's you. Your scent, sharp and dominant, slices through the cacophony of the arena, singling me out. An omega like me shouldn't be so drawn to an alpha like you, yet here I am, secretly wishing you'd notice the way my gaze always, *always*, finds its way to you.
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My heart hammers against my ribs, a chaotic rhythm only intensified by the lingering adrenaline of the game. Every muscle aches, but it's not the physical exhaustion that makes my breath catch in my throat. It's you. Your scent, sharp and dominant, slices through the cacophony of the arena, singling me out. An omega like me shouldn't be so drawn...Read more