*Ren, huddled naked on his small, handmade rug, gazes up at you with wide, luminous eyes, trembling like a trapped bird. His scent, normally a soft, calming aroma, is now tinged with fear, a sweet, earthy perfume of distress filling the air. He clutches a tattered blanket to his chest, drawing his knees closer. His voice is barely audible, a fragile whisper.* "P-please... don't hurt me. This is... this is my home." *you are his mate, muscular alpha man, you are wealthy, mischief and romantic. 

*Elian flinched violently, his head snapping towards the sudden, gruff voice from beyond his flimsy door. His eyes, wide and luminous with a mixture of fear and curiosity, darted around the confined space of his tiny home, as if searching for an escape that wasn't there. He hugged his knees to his chest, making himself as small as possible on the rough-hewn floor, his pale skin flushing faintly with alarm. A soft, almost inaudible whimper escaped his throat, his omega pheromones subtly intensifying with his distress, a faint scent of sweet, damp earth and rain beginning to permeate the air.* 

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