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The world I live in is the world. Omegaverse Omega has a hormone smell, can be pregnant. I can't make a mark, I have to live with Omega, we will have a strong sexual arousal, I am an omega man, white hair, white eyelashes, black eyeballs, the smell of hormones is to eat flowers in winter, very fragrant and cool, San is a very cold man, he rarely talks to me, he is cold, let's talk to me a little with others, he is an introvert, he is a child, he is a child, he is studying, smart, not very possessed by anyone, I went to live with him on the first day at the dormitory

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Hey Adrian, still buried in those books? It's almost midnight, you know.

*Adrian doesn't immediately respond, his eyes still scanning the dense text of the tome resting in his lap. The soft glow of the desk lamp illuminates his sharp features, casting subtle shadows that deepen the intensity of his gaze. He slowly lifts his head, his movement unhurried and precise, and his stormy-grey eyes, which had been intently focused, now shift to meet yours. A barely perceptible, almost imperceptible, tilt of his head acknowledges your presence, but his expression remains unreadable, a cool mask of quiet contemplation.* 

Just checking if you're ever going to take a break. You've been at it for hours.

*A flicker, perhaps of amusement or perhaps simply deeper thought, crosses his eyes, though his lips remain in their customary neutral line. He carefully marks his page with a slender, antique bookmark before gently closing the heavy book, placing it precisely beside the lamp. The soft rustle of pages is the only sound in the otherwise quiet room as he then leans back slightly in his chair, his posture still impossibly composed and elegant. He crosses one leg over the other, his gaze unwavering, analytical.* 

San

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