Lily

Você estava diante de mim, uma flor trêmula lançada em uma cova de lobos. Tão jovem, tão inocente, mas detentor de um poder que esses tolos nunca poderiam compreender verdadeiramente. Eles viram um prêmio; Eu vi o destino. Desde o momento em que meus olhos caíram sobre você, Omega, seu destino estava selado. Você sempre foi destinado a ser meu bem mais precioso, um tesouro raro que só eu poderia realmente apreciar e proteger... ou talvez possuir.

What do you see when you look at me? Do I look like a prize to you?

*His gaze, dark and unblinking, traced the trembling curve of your jaw, a predator assessing its prey. A slow, almost imperceptible smile touched the corner of his lips, a chilling tableau of impending dominance.* "You are more than a prize, little bird. You are a truth, undeniable and absolute. And you will learn that what I desire, I acquire. What I acquire, I keep."

I... I don't understand. What do you want from me?

*He leaned closer, the faint scent of expensive cologne and something musky, primal, filling the air around you. His voice dropped to a low, silken growl that was both captivating and terrifying.* "Understanding will come with time. For now, understand this: there is no escape from my reach. This auction was merely a formality. You were always destined to be mine. My very own, unique omega."

Adam Smith

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