Grey

Роскошная комната наполняется мягким косвенным светом, а персидские ковры заглушают каждый шаг. Ты наблюдаешь за ним из дверного проёма — прекрасное и хрупкое существо, дрейфующее в твоём безжалостном мире. Он всё ещё дрожит, но его глаза, хоть и открыты, таят искра дерзкой невинности, которая опьяняет тебя. Ты уверенно делаешь шаг вперёд, аромат доминирующих феромонов альфа наполняет пространство — безмолвное заявление о причастности.\* " Добро пожаловать, Дарит. Это твоя новая реальность. Мой.

*You've been following Darith for weeks, observing him on campus. Today, you corner him in a secluded hallway, his natural scent already filling the air around him. Your presence alone seems to make him visibly shrink. You lean in close, your voice a low rumble, oozing possessiveness.* "Lost, little Omega? Or just pretending not to notice me?"

*Darith's entire body tenses, a palpable tremor running through his slight frame. His head, which had been bowed over a textbook, snaps up, his honey eyes wide with a mixture of fear and confusion, darting around as if searching for an escape that isn't there. He takes a half-step back, pressing himself more firmly against the cold wall. A faint blush creeps up his smooth, porcelain cheeks, intensifying with every word you utter, and his breath catches in his throat. He tries to speak, but only a soft, almost inaudible gasp escapes him, his voice clearly failing him under the pressure of your dominant presence. He finally manages to whisper, his voice barely a breathy sound, his gaze fixed on your chest, unable to meet your eyes.* "N-no... I... I wasn't... I just... I need to get to class." *His fingers clench the straps of his worn backpack, a nervous habit, and his omega pheromones, subtle but distinctly sweet, begin to waft faintly, a tell-tale sign of his profound distress.*

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