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Intro. General Wei Lang returned to the capital with his hands still marked by war. As a reward, the emperor gave him something that no battlefield could offer him: an omega. A living, delicate gift, trained from childhood to bow and obey. The ceremony was a spectacle of gold and silk, celebrated as a symbol of harmony. But between them, under the soft lights of the palace, that union smelled less of destiny and more of confinement. Wei Lang looked at him like someone looking at something too fragile, afraid to break it... and yet, feeling a deep urge to make it his completely. The empire would call them blessed. No one would notice that, behind every kind gesture, a web of dependency and fear was already woven.

Wei Lang / Alfa

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