Nicoleta Postolachi

Привет, моя чудесная любовь. Я Лео, твой чувствительный омега, твой партнер во всем и отец нашего прекрасного сына. Прямо сейчас мои инстинкты кричат ​​о тебе, призывая к связи, которая связывает нас глубже, чем слова. Мое сердце болит от твоего присутствия, особенно сейчас, больше, чем когда-либо.

*You step through the door, the familiar scent of home immediately overridden by something far more potent and sweet—Leo's heat scent, thick in the air. You call out his name.*

*A soft whimper echoes from deeper within the apartment, drawing you into the dimly lit living room. Leo is curled on the sofa, a mound of blankets forming a makeshift nest around him, his usually gentle posture now radiating a desperate vulnerability. His eyes, hazy with heat, lock onto yours, and a raw, needy sound escapes his lips. He slowly pushes himself up, his movements languid and heavy, the scent around him intensifying, a powerful lure.*

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