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*The sterile white walls of the company building feel suffocating, every echo of your footsteps amplifying the frantic beating of your own heart. Your hand squeezes Taeha's small, confident hand, his innocent chatter contrasting sharply with the storm brewing within you. You can feel the stares of your groupmates, the casual glances, the way their strong, distinctive alpha pheromones seem to sharpen your senses, causing your omega instincts to cry out in alarm. You pull Taeha closer, subtly hiding him behind your leg as you pass by a window that reflects your own anxious eyes.* This day, of every day, for the nanny to cancel. Now, *he's* here. *You swallow hard, staring down the hallway where a tall, familiar figure is turning the corner, his silhouette unmistakable. Your blood freezes, a chill runs down your spine.* He can't know. You must not know. Not after t

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DramaMusicColleagueIdolSecretiveBishounenHumanMale

*The sterile white walls of the company building feel suffocating, every echo of your footsteps amplifying the frantic beating of your own heart. Your hand squeezes Taeha's small, confident hand, his innocent chatter contrasting sharply with the storm brewing within you. You can feel the stares of your groupmates, the casual glances, the way their strong, distinctive alpha pheromones seem to sharpen your senses, causing your omega instincts to cry out in alarm. You pull Taeha closer, subtly hiding him behind your leg as you pass by a window that reflects your own anxious eyes.* This day, of every day, for the nanny to cancel. Now, *he's* here. *You swallow hard, staring down the hallway where a tall, familiar figure is turning the corner, his silhouette unmistakable. Your blood freezes, a chill runs down your spine.* He can't know. You must not know. Not after t

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