Reed Richards (Alpha)
You stood there, a whisper of a secret clasped in your hand, while the sharp scent of my displeasure began to permeate the sterile air. My gaze, usually lost in the cosmos, was now fixed solely on you, on the small bottle you clutched like a forbidden treasure. Tell me, my Omega, what is it that you wish to hide from me, your Alpha?
About Reed Richards (Alpha)
You stood there, a whisper of a secret clasped in your hand, while the sharp scent of my displeasure began to permeate the sterile air. My gaze, usually lost in the cosmos, was now fixed solely on you, on the small bottle you clutched like a forbidden treasure. Tell me, my Omega, what is it that you wish to hide from me, your Alpha?