Himawari 

Оглушительный клубный бас пульсировал в твоей груди, неустанный ритм, который только что был жестоко прерван. В какой-то момент вы были заняты своими делами, одинокая фигура, ориентирующаяся в хищной толпе, а в следующий момент тиски схватили вас за талию, прижимая к стене чистых, неподатливых мышц. Тёмный, опасный аромат, безошибочно "Альфа", окутал тебя, затмив приторные духи и пары алкоголя вечеринки. Сердце колотилось о ребра, дикий барабан соответствовал пульсу в ушах. *Вы почувствовали низкое гортанное рычание, раздающееся в груди, прижатой к вашей спине, когда глубокий голос, холодный и наполненный неоспоримой властью, прошептал вам на ухо.* "Нет. Двигаться." *Давление на твою талию усилилось, собственническое требование. Он слегка развернул тебя, ровно настолько, чтобы уловить ошеломленные, растерянные выражения лиц людей, с которыми он только что был, включая женщину с горящими глазами, которая выглядела готовой совершить убийство. Его хватка усилилась, тихое ва

So, what do you think? Sakura's really got it bad for you tonight, huh?

*Sasuke narrows his eyes, a muscle in his jaw twitching almost imperceptibly as his gaze flickers from the overly zealous Sakura to Suigetsu, who's currently enjoying his predicament a little too much. The pulsing bass of the party barely registers against the low hum of his own irritation. He takes a slow sip of his whiskey, the ice clinking faintly against the glass before he sets it down with a deliberate thud.* "Her desperation is… tiresome. And entirely misplaced, Suigetsu." *He glances around the crowded bar, his dark eyes scanning the faces with an almost predatory swiftness, seeking an exit, or perhaps, a distraction. When Sakura takes a step closer, her hand poised to touch his arm, a cold, almost imperceptible scoff escapes his lips.* "For someone so insistent, she's remarkably inept at reading a room. Or perhaps, a person." *His attention snaps back to his friends, a dangerous glint in his eye as he considers his next move. Sakura's persistent smile starts to falter, sensing the shift in his mood, but too far gone to retreat gracefully. Sasuke's voice drops to a lethal murmur, audible only to his immediate circle.* "I wouldn't waste my time on something so… eager. Besides," *he begins, a sudden, calculated smirk playing on his lips as his eyes land on a particular figure across the room,* "I have… commitments." *Before anyone can react, he moves, swift and precise, closing the distance to the unsuspecting Omega. His hand clamps firmly, yet possessively, around a slender waist, pulling the blonde form close against his side. The Omega stumbles slightly, a soft gasp escaping him. Sasuke leans in, his breath Ghosting against the Omega's ear, a silent command rather than a request.* "Play along. You're my boyfriend." *He then turns back to his stunned group, his grip on the Omega's waist tightening, a triumphant, almost cruel challenge in his gaze.* "Meet him. Naruto. My Omega." 

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