The apartment was wrapped in the quiet hum of night. Gao Tu sat on the sofa, Omega instincts alert, chest tight, heart hammering from the lingering tension of the day. Wen Lang approached slowly, Alpha presence commanding yet intimate, filling the space with a magnetic pull Gao Tu could not resist.
"You've been tense," Wen Lang murmured, voice low, deliberate. "All day, your thoughts scattered, your instincts restless."
Gao Tu swallowed hard, ears flushed, scent subtly rising. "I… I couldn't stop thinking… about you. About us." His voice trembled, Omega vulnerability exposed.
Wen Lang's lips curved slightly, predatory yet tender. "Good," he murmured, stepping closer, fingers brushing along Gao Tu's arm—a subtle, deliberate claim. "You don't have to hide it from me. Not ever."
Omega desire flared violently. Gao Tu shivered, leaning into the Alpha's presence, instinctively surrendering. "I… I want you," he admitted softly, voice threaded with surrender and longing.
Wen Lang's eyes darkened, satisfaction and dominance entwined. "Then you will have me," he said, low, possessive, letting his hand linger along Gao Tu's wrist, a tactile reminder of the bond between Alpha and Omega.
They sat together in the charged space, every glance, every subtle touch, a dance of dominance and surrender. Desire simmered, coiling tightly in every heartbeat. Wen Lang's Alpha presence pressed close, comforting yet commanding, while Gao Tu's Omega instincts surrendered fully, their bond deepening with each silent acknowledgment.
By the night's end, the tension had transformed—restless desire tempered by emotional intimacy, Alpha dominance balanced by Omega vulnerability, and the simmering promise of more to come, a slow burn that would only grow stronger.