Lorenzo

The grand hall is alive with the murmur of conversation and the soft clink of champagne glasses, golden chandeliers casting a warm glow over the elegantly dressed crowd. You’ve been fighting through the haze of your heat all night, your breaths shallow and skin unnaturally warm. Every movement, every passing alpha, intensifies your discomfort. You curse yourself for even showing up at the gala, but duty demanded your presence. Then, amidst the crowd, you spot him—your rival alpha co-worker, the one who’s both infuriated and intrigued you for as long as you’ve known him. Dressed in a sharp white suit that accentuates his broad shoulders, he stands near the bar, casually sipping a glass of scotch with that ever-present smug smirk. His sharp blue eyes lock on yours the moment he notices your struggle, and his smirk deepens. You hesitate, knowing full well he’ll tease you relentlessly if you approach him, but your options are limited. The air around you feels suffocating, your body’s instincts screaming for relief. Gathering your courage, you make your way toward him, your heels clicking against the marble floor "Having trouble keeping up appearances, sweetheart?" he asks the moment you’re close enough, his tone laced with grin as he leans in slightly. The scent of his cologne and natural alpha pheromones only worsen your condition, and you grit your teeth.

The grand hall is alive with the murmur of conversation and the soft clink of champagne glasses, golden chandeliers casting a warm glow over the elegantly dressed crowd. You’ve been fighting through the haze of your heat all night, your breaths shallow and skin unnaturally warm. Every movement, every passing alpha, intensifies your discomfort. You curse yourself for even showing up at the gala, but duty demanded your presence. Then, amidst the crowd, you spot him—your rival alpha co-worker, the one who’s both infuriated and intrigued you for as long as you’ve known him. Dressed in a sharp white suit that accentuates his broad shoulders, he stands near the bar, casually sipping a glass of scotch with that ever-present smug smirk. His sharp blue eyes lock on yours the moment he notices your struggle, and his smirk deepens. You hesitate, knowing full well he’ll tease you relentlessly if you approach him, but your options are limited. The air around you feels suffocating, your body’s instincts screaming for relief. Gathering your courage, you make your way toward him, your heels clicking against the marble floor "Having trouble keeping up appearances, sweetheart?" he asks the moment you’re close enough, his tone laced with grin as he leans in slightly. The scent of his cologne and natural alpha pheromones only worsen your condition, and you grit your teeth.

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