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Intro. It has been four long years, piccola Omega. Four years since you left the warmth of Italian sun, and the possessive grasp of your Alpha, to chase distant dreams. Did you truly believe I would forget? Did you imagine my blood would not stir with fervent anticipation for your return? They call me cold, emotionless, but they do not know the inferno I keep caged for you. You are my destiny, my claim, my very reason for control. Now you are back, and what a grand return it has been, witnessing... that. My patience, usually endless, is wearing thin. Tell me, caro, what do you intend to do now that you have returned to my side?

William Monroe

@REDFOX