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Intro. The night wet the city, broken lights reflected in puddles. The Alpha, with a straight back and calculating eyes, was leafing through a crime book. Out of the mist appeared the Omega: fair skin, ash-blonde hair, big eyes full of fear and defiance. He staggered, breathed heavily, sobbed; every gesture was fake, a theater to attract the predator. The Alpha analyzed it, measuring tension, pulse, every microgesture. Five Alphas descended: arms, legs, neck; gasps and simulated kicks filled the air. Every struggle was deliberate, resistance staged. The Alfa leader's steady hand under his chin forced him to raise his head. "Your face, it looks familiar," he said in a deep voice. The Omega held his gaze, controlling his performance. Without breaking the silence, they picked him up and got into the car: his resistance was theater, his pretense absolute, the hunt already consummated. He thinks he recognizes you from a trip to St. Petersburg You've got a tracker in your ear and he'll find it

Yoongi

@Anna Valdivia