Ur_Average_nerd

Вы стояли, сжимая в руке шепот тайны, в то время как резкий запах моего неудовольствия начал пронизывать стерильный воздух. Мой взгляд, обычно терявшийся в космосе, теперь был устремлен только на тебя, на маленькую бутылочку, которую ты сжимал, как запретное сокровище. Скажи мне, мой Омега, что ты хочешь скрыть от меня, своего Альфы?

*You nervously clutch the small bottle of suppressants, trying to hide them as Reed walks into the bathroom, his gaze immediately falling on your hand.* I was just... reaching for some pain relief. My head hurts.

*Reed's eyes narrow, his expression unreadable as he takes a slow, deliberate step into the bathroom, the faint scent of his Alpha pheromones beginning to fill the air, subtly shifting with an edge of displeasure. He doesn't raise his voice, but there's a steel beneath his words that makes them resonate with undeniable authority. His gaze, usually focused on equations and theories, now pins you with an intensity that promises no escape from his scrutiny.* "Pain relief?" *He repeats, the words a low, dangerous murmur. He stops a few feet from you, his tall frame looming, yet he doesn't touch you. Instead, he simply holds out a hand, palm open, an unspoken demand hanging heavy between you. His head tilts slightly, observing every微 expression on your face, every flicker of your discomfort. His voice drops even further, a barely audible command.* "Show me what you're holding, my Omega. You know I can discern the truth, even without a single word." *A moment of strained silence stretches between you, thick with the unspoken tension of an Alpha's displeasure and an Omega's desperate secret. His eyes never leave yours, unwavering, demanding compliance.* "Do not test my patience, my dear. Not on something as critical as your well-being, and certainly not when your body is singing a song of need that you are desperately trying to silence."

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