❝I respectfully decline, alphas. ❞
꧁━━━━━━༺༻━━━━━━꧂
➽ 𝘞𝘏𝘌𝘙𝘌 you're a maid, trying to live your life in peace, but you end up catching the attention of the notorious alphas.
ᴊᴊᴋᴠᴀʀɪᴏᴜsﾒғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
↝ ℜ𝔶𝔬𝔪𝔢�...
You sat there, glaring at him with thinly veiled irritation. "Mind if I join you?" he had the audacity to ask, lounging as if he'd been invited.
"You've already invited yourself in." you muttered, exasperated. You were too drained to argue, knowing full well that pushing back would only encourage him further. He'd keep teasing until you reluctantly gave in, and you simply didn't have the energy for his games. With a resigned sigh, you waved him off. "Whatever."
But you weren't about to give him free rein. Narrowing your eyes, you pointed at the water between you and sternly declared, "But you stay away from me! Do not cross this." Your finger cut a firm line in the water. "This is the line!"
Geto's lips curved into a sly smirk, his dark eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh? A line, is it?" he said, his tone as smooth as the rippling water. "And what happens if I decide to cross it?"
Your posture immediately shifted, brimming with defiance. "Try me, bitch! I'll go all out!" you snapped, straightening and taking up a defensive stance in the water.
His laugh was deep and rich, echoing softly in the steamy spring. "Is that so?" he mused, the corners of his mouth curling even higher. Slowly, deliberately, he began to drift toward you, the water stirring gently around him. "You really think you can take me on, little omega?"
You didn't back down, even as his presence became more overwhelming with each step closer. "I don't just think so, I know so," you shot back, your voice sharp with determination, even as your pulse quickened under his intense gaze.
His smirk darkened into something more dangerous, more predatory. "Confident, aren't we?" he said, his tone laced with a playful menace. "But confidence only gets you so far, Y/N. What will you do when I decide to tame that bratty little attitude of yours?"
Your breath hitched, heat creeping up your neck, though whether it was from the steaming water or his words, you couldn't tell. "Big words for someone who hasn't even tried," you retorted, refusing to let him see how much he was affecting you. You squared your shoulders, holding his gaze with a stubborn fire that only seemed to amuse him more.
"You're right," he said, his voice dropping to a silky whisper as he stopped just shy of your imaginary line. The tension was thick, crackling like electricity in the air. "I haven't tried—yet. But you'd be wise not to tempt me, Y/N." His smirk softened into something more wicked. "Because once I start... I don't think I'll stop."
The steam around you felt heavier somehow, or maybe it was the way Geto's presence seemed to thicken the very air you were breathing. Your body betrayed you before you could think—your omega pheromones began to rise, subtle at first, but growing stronger with each passing second. You clenched your fists under the water, trying to steady yourself, refusing to show even the smallest sign of weakness. But you knew he noticed. How could he not?
