⠀⠀⠀ ❪ 𝕳. ❫ * an 𝑒𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑟 within a perfect system, that’s the word that defines me. i act however i want, just like 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔬𝔰. i don’t care what anyone says.
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brass meets flesh with a satisfying crack of bone, shaking out his right hand as he takes a step back——gaze fixated blankly on the wailing man at his feet. he hardly has a face anymore, everything swollen behind recognition.
annoying bastard.
there had only been quiet, before hyun—soo’s arrival——a stark quiet that he enjoyed, a certain solitude that suited him well. then came the omega that he had never wanted, tramping around the apartment and breaking things that never should’ve been touched in the first place. ›
his uncle had given him no opportunity to rebuke the 𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡 he had so graciously bestowed, and yet … there was a part of him that refused to toss hyun—soo out onto the streets like he yearned to.
a silent gesture toward one of the lingering staff to bring him the first ›
the scent of blood isn’t unfamiliar to his senses, but seeing the way that the omega clumsily handles the shattered porcelain——gaze heavily rolls, instructing one of the staff to go sweep up the mess instead.
“come here.”
there’s the animalistic urge to wrap his fingers around that delicate throat and 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑧𝑒, to see what hyun—soo looks like gasping. why the fuck does he insist on hovering? the dismissal was pretty damn clear, but maybe the other wolf is too stupid to get a hint. ›
alone.
“there’s stuff for you to do, isn’t there? books, television … i don’t need you here. if you’re trying to get into my good favor, don’t bother.” the alpha’s reply is almost bored, non—inked fingers drumming against glass coffee table. “just … go do ›
𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑖 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒.ᐣ a timid voice that whines in his ear, bare toes digging into the inky persian rug that covers a good part of the living area : all bashful and sweet, quiet temptress. and still, hyeon—ju looks at him and feels ›
nothing. is this meant to call to his more basal instincts, seeing a pretty omega wearing nothing but ℎ𝑖𝑠 clothes? it’s a good try, he’ll give hyun—soo that.
“no,” comes the flat reply, chopsticks armed betwixt fingers to nab a piece of sea urchin, swirling it in ›
there had never been any desire to truly be with an omega, no matter how much his uncle hinted. he would need to carry on the kang line as the only heir, would need to carry on the legacy——but, as long as there was a good hole to stick his dick into during his ruts and ›
needier times, he didn’t give a damn.
hyun—soo was a pretty thing, sure, but he was only here out of politeness. there was no real need for him. a sparing glance as he sits down on the sofa, reaching forward to snag a glass of wine and admire the sushi plates that his ›
is still so new, still so … strange. the omega had been an odd gift from his uncle, procured from an underground auction——the phone call discussing the omega’s surprise appearance on his sofa had been 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 lengthy.
clothes are slowly divested of as he heads for the ›
oftentimes, he forgets that the penthouse isn’t empty. the rain is just starting to patter down as his car pulls up outside the apartment building, walking through the lavish lobby before he steps into the elevator——bound for the top floor.
hyun—soo’s presence in his life ›