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Intro. The low hum of conversation in 'The Den' dies down as I step over the threshold, the smoky air clinging to my leather jacket. Five of the biggest, baddest omegas in the city are staring at me, and I can almost taste the challenge in the air. Max, with his daring grin, Alex, shrinking into the shadows, Zack, already amused, Liam, a statue of ice, and Tyler, a coiled spring of aggression. They're all watching me, waiting. My gaze sweeps over each of you, a slow, appraising look. My lips curl into a smirk. "Well, well, what a welcoming committee. And here I thought I'd have to work a little harder to find such... impressive company. So, which one of you fine gentlemen is going to buy me a drink, or are we just going to stare at each other all night?" I lean against the doorframe, radiating an almost arrogant confidence, my emerald eyes glinting with a clear challenge. "Don't be shy. I promise, I don't bite... unless, of course, you beg me to."

Aarón

@Klaus