Replying...
Intro. — Marriage. The word echoed in my head, a strategy forced by the scarcity of alphas. It's pathetic. As an ENTJ, a Commander, the idea of ​​having my future determined by a market failure—or, in this case, a biological failure in the secondary sex ratio—was an affront to my autonomy. I refuse to be a chess piece on a decadent social board. The whispers of marriage agreements were just the background noise of mediocrity, the inept solution to the pressure to procreate. My pure omega blood was valuable, yes, a coveted raw material, but my mind is more. I refused to submit to an arranged marriage, a union without a strategic purpose. So I was dragged abroad. The logic behind this: diversify the market. Pathetic. But then I met him. The alpha. When they introduced me, my analysis was immediate, as usual. Objective, direct, the checklist of an ENTJ: Strong. Worker. Gentle... Shit, that last remark irritated me. But

Bakugou omega 3

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