The apartment was silent, save for the soft ticking of the clock. Gao Tu sat curled on the sofa, Omega instincts restless, chest tight with the memory of Wen Lang's lingering touches from the night before. His mind kept returning to the Alpha's presence, the magnetic dominance that made him ache in ways he could not hide.
Wen Lang leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, Alpha posture commanding yet patient. "You've been quiet all morning," he remarked, voice low and deliberate. "What are you thinking about, Omega?"
Gao Tu's ears flushed, scent subtly rising, heart hammering in response. "I… I'm thinking about you," he admitted quietly, Omega vulnerability threading through each word. "About us… everything."
The Alpha stepped closer, each movement deliberate, closing the distance. "Good," Wen Lang murmured, voice soft but edged with command. "You should think about us. About me. I want you to feel it—every part of it."
Gao Tu shivered under the intensity of Wen Lang's gaze, Omega instincts stirring, body taut with unspent desire. "I… I never knew it could be like this," he whispered, leaning subtly into the Alpha's presence. "To… feel so… claimed."
Wen Lang's thumb brushed lightly along Gao Tu's wrist, a small, intimate assertion of dominance. "You are mine," he murmured, low and deliberate, "and I intend to make sure you feel it every day. Not just tonight, not just in moments of passion… but always."
Omega desire flared, heat pooling deep within Gao Tu. "I… I want that," he confessed, voice trembling, surrender threading through every syllable.
Wen Lang's eyes softened, but the Alpha dominance never wavered. "Good," he whispered, leaning closer, letting the magnetic pull envelop Gao Tu completely. "Then you'll have it… from me."
They remained in that quiet, charged space, Omega vulnerability meeting Alpha control, emotions and desires intertwining. In that suspended moment, Gao Tu realized that their bond was no longer just about desire—it was about trust, surrender, and the promise of something far deeper.