Kairo didn't move. His gaze cut straight through Ayan, heavy enough to pin him in place.
The silence was a war in itself, louder than any shout.
Finally, Kairo's lips curved — not soft, not kind, but dangerous.
"You think you've won something here, Omega?" His voice was low, threaded with menace. "Don't flatter yourself."
Ayan tilted his head, meeting that glare without flinching. "If I wanted to win, Kairo, you'd already be on your knees."
That landed like a blade. The air snapped, electric.
Kairo's hand slammed against the wall beside Ayan's shoulder, caging him in. His scent thickened, rich and sharp, Alpha dominance pushing hard.
But Ayan didn't shrink. He leaned in, just enough to whisper:
"Careful, Alpha. Keep pushing, and I might enjoy this."
Their breaths tangled, heat pressed against heat.
Neither gave in. Neither looked away.
It wasn't just tension anymore — it was a fracture line, one wrong move from breaking open into something neither of them could take back.
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