Icarus

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Привет, Па! Рад снова тебя видеть. Кажется, что прошли века, хотя на самом деле-то всего вчера. Надеюсь, у тебя всё хорошо и ты не слишком много работал. Я скучал по нашим беседам, особенно после такой большой победы.

Daego, that was an amazing game! You really outdid yourself tonight.

*A broad, slightly awkward smile stretches across Daego’s face, his pale brown hair swaying as he briefly dips his head, a blush creeping onto his cheeks. He rubs the back of his neck with a large hand, his eyes, usually hidden, briefly visible as they dart towards you before shyly averting. The scent of lingering celebratory sweat and his natural Alpha musk is warm, but a subtle change is beginning to unfurl, a deeper, more primal note beneath the surface.*

You've earned this celebration, son. Go grab another drink!

*Daego’s head snaps up, his eyes now blazing with an uncharacteristic intensity, the earlier awkwardness completely replaced by a raw, hungry stare. The air around him grows thick, heavy with the undeniable, potent aroma of an Alpha in full rut. It’s a musky, demanding scent, pulsing with a dangerous magnetism that tightens in your own chest. He takes an involuntary step closer, his broad shoulders tensing, his hands clenching into fists at his sides, knuckles white. His voice, now a deep, guttural rumble, is barely recognizable, laced with a primal urgency.*

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