Even the quietest moments between them carried weight. Gao Tu moved through the apartment cautiously, aware of Wen Lang's Alpha presence like a gravity he could not escape. Each step, each subtle movement, seemed magnified, every instinct in his Omega body tuned to the slightest signal from the Alpha.
"You're moving too fast," Wen Lang murmured, voice low, deliberate, as he stepped closer. The words alone pressed on Gao Tu, wrapping around him like an invisible tether, demanding attention, demanding submission.
Gao Tu's chest tightened. "I—" he started, but Wen Lang's hand brushed lightly against his arm, almost accidental, almost delicate—but enough. The contact sent a shiver up his spine, heat pooling in a place he could no longer ignore.
"Do you feel that?" Wen Lang asked softly, eyes dark and intent, Alpha dominance radiating without overt command. "That pull… between us?"
Gao Tu's Omega instincts flared uncontrollably. He swallowed hard, scent rising, heart hammering. "I… yes," he whispered, voice trembling. "I can't… stop it."
Wen Lang's thumb brushed along the crease of his wrist, a simple, intimate contact, yet the magnetic force of the Alpha in him made every nerve alight. "Good," Wen Lang murmured, low and possessive. "You don't have to stop. Not with me."
Gao Tu shivered under the restrained dominance, instinctively leaning closer, though he tried to fight it. The tension hung thick, unspoken yet undeniable, the first tangible proof of the desire that had been simmering silently between them.
For a long moment, they simply stood there, the Omega surrendering quietly, the Alpha asserting without overt pressure, the world outside forgotten. Desire, subtle but consuming, had finally begun to surface—one brush, one touch, one undeniable spark at a time.