Sempiterno VI (AlanxJeff)

I will always say yes

Jeff

"—I could arrange the wedding for tomorrow —Alan said, stepping closer, his intense gaze locked on mine, his movements confident and slow, like a predator approaching its prey with an implacable gentleness.

My heart stopped, and it felt like the air evaporated from my lungs. *Are we... getting married?* I thought, feeling a surge of overwhelming panic that made it nearly impossible to hold his gaze. The idea was a sweet, dizzying thrill, a kind of warmth trying to push through the fear that imprisoned me. Would Alan truly be my alpha?

I blinked, still processing what was happening. When I told him to take responsibility, I never thought he would consider a wedding... at least not so soon. I took a deep breath and, with a trembling voice, tried to keep calm.

"To... tomorrow?" I managed to stammer, my voice barely audible as I struggled to take it all in.

Alan didn't answer right away. His smile widened, and his eyes, warm and filled with that unmistakable emotion, glowed as he made a gesture for me to wait. Gently, he turned and opened the door, giving a clear and firm order to his guards.

"Please, don't let Sonic and his friend leave, and if they've already gone, bring them back. Tell them I have a highly important job for them, and I'll pay... three, no, ten times more."

His commanding voice echoed down the hall, and I immediately heard hurried footsteps as the guards rushed to carry out his orders. Alan slowly closed the door, his eyes refocusing on me, as if he wanted to capture every expression on my face. When he smiled at me again, that smile was even brighter, and I could feel the happiness radiating from him, filling the space, almost brushing against me with its warmth.

He came closer, looking at me as if I were the only thing in the room. That intensity in his gaze, the warmth in his eyes, made my heart beat wildly, caught between fear and confusion. There was a boyish spark in his gaze, a glimmer of anticipation that reminded me of a kid on Christmas Eve. Something in his happiness made my heart race even more.

I took a deep breath and, with a trembling voice, tried to keep calm.

"Wait, wait... we need to clear a few things up first," I said, trying to sound firm, though the tremor in my voice betrayed my nerves.

"Of course, of course, come, sit down," he responded excitedly, gesturing to the sofa. "Do you want dessert? I can have some brought over. Strawberry cake?"

"No, thank you..." I murmured, barely audible as I sank into the sofa. Alan settled into the seat across from me, his eyes still shining with an intensity so palpable I could feel it in the air.

I watched as his happiness overflowed in small gestures: the slight tapping of his fingers on his knee, his dimples deepening every time his smile widened, his eyes sparkling as if nothing in the world could compare to this moment, and I felt a mixture of tenderness and confusion. For a moment, a troubling doubt crossed my mind. Had I done exactly what he wanted?

I tried to take it all in, to make sense of what was happening, but a flash of doubt struck me like lightning.

"Who were... the people with you?" I asked in the most casual tone I could manage, though my heart was pounding, and uncertainty clenched my chest.

Alan looked at me, raising an eyebrow, his smile now amused.

"They work for me at the clubs. They help organize events, attract clients... Sometimes they even serve as informants." He paused, looking at me as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "People tend to talk too much when they're having fun. Why?"

I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, and I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Way hadn't bothered to explain anything, leaving my mind to weave its own theories in vain. I held back a quiet complaint.