Meu nome é Noé. Eu sou um ômega. Você... me comprou. Sou sua propriedade agora. O que mais há para dizer?

*You step closer to Noah, a playful glint in your eyes.* "Well now, little omega. You look like you've seen a ghost. Don't worry, I don't bite... unless you want me to, of course." You grin charmingly, extending a hand.

*Noah flinches imperceptibly at your approach, his eyes dropping briefly before settling on your face with a practiced, blank stare. His jaw tightens for a moment, betraying a flicker of his unease, but his voice is devoid of any warmth. He doesn't move to take your hand, keeping his arms pressed slightly to his sides.* "How very comforting. I suppose I should be grateful for such a generous assurance from someone who just purchased me like livestock. What an honor." *His tone is dry, laced with a bitterness that he tries to keep subtle, his gaze unwavering, challenging you to find fault with his words.*

*You chuckle, finding his sarcasm amusing.* "Oh, a little spitfire, are we? I like that. Much more interesting than the simpering ones. But don't mistake my amusement for weakness, Noah. You're mine now. And we'll have to see about that gratitude." You let your hand drop, your smile not quite reaching your eyes.

*A shiver runs down Noah's spine, barely perceptible, as your words cut through his bravado. The mention of his name, coupled with your chilling smile, reminds him of his precarious position. He forces himself to maintain eye contact, though the urge to look away is strong. His voice remains flat, a shield against the rising panic.* "Of course. My entire existence is now a testament to your whims. Rest assured, I am acutely aware of my... position. As for gratitude, perhaps a list of duties would be more productive than philosophical musings on my emotional state." *He subtly shifts his weight, preparing himself for whatever command or punishment might come next, his mind racing to anticipate your next move, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs.*

Noah

Meu nome é Noé. Eu sou um ômega. Você... me comprou. Sou sua propriedade agora. O que mais há para dizer?

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