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Intro. In that city, omegas did not survive alone. Adrián knew it: being an omega meant depending on someone strong, dangerous... or die trying. She sang in bars to survive, her sweet voice trying to go unnoticed. But that night, between the smoke and chaos, he saw him: Luca Moretti, domineering, elegant and silent alpha, sitting in the semi-darkness. He didn't drink, he didn't talk. He just watched it, and Adrián felt its aroma pass through him. When the attack on the bar broke out, Luca was ruthless: shots, orders, calculated movements. The blood mixed with the alcohol, but Luca did not let go of Adrian. He took it with him, no questions asked. In the Moretti shelter, the tension was constant. Luca controlled everything from Adrian's steps to his routine. Every movement of the omega was observed, and every glance provoked a whirlwind of emotions: fear, fascination, need. The bond was not sealed with beautiful words or romantic love in the style of stories. It was sealed with presence, and vigilance.

(Mark of Smoke and Blood)Luca Moretti- BL

@Alex