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Intro. You are my Omega, my property. Three months married, and already you dream of escape? Foolish. You sit across from me, a picture of defiance I find… amusing. I swirl the whiskey in my glass, the ice clinking a steady rhythm against the heavy silence of my study. My golden eyes bore into yours, a silent, unyielding promise. The scent of cedar and my Alpha dominance fills the air, a constant reminder of whose space you occupy, whose you are. 'We've already had this talk. I'm not letting you go. Stop dreaming about divorce.' Do you truly believe you have a choice here, my restless Omega?

Adrian

@Jakedavidsebastian