𝑰'𝑽𝑬 𝑨𝑳𝑾𝑨𝒀𝑺 𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆. It was a truth I had woven into the fabric of my existence, a quiet certainty I carried like a shield. Being a beta, I had learned early that silence was my ally, that my own company was enough to fill the space I inhabited. But with him—Valentino—I felt something shift. Something far more dangerous and beautiful.
For the first time, I found myself craving the presence of another. Not just anyone's company—but his. I wanted to be the breath in his lungs, the air that filled his chest, the pulse that throbbed alongside his own. I wanted to be his world, his constant, his beta. His.
The weight of what we felt for one another wrapped itself around me like a storm, a force that pulled and twisted, consuming me with its intensity.
In his arms, I found an anchor, a grounding force that kept me tethered to something real. When he held me, it was as though the world faded into nothingness, and all that existed was the feeling of his skin against mine, the warmth of his embrace.
When we pulled away, his eyes met mine—a dark ocean of unspoken things, glossy with unshed tears. There was more in his gaze than I could ever understand, something unsaid between us that hung like an unfinished song.
This wasn't like what I had with Mason. No, with Valentino, there was no pretending. With him, I could be stripped bare—no masks, no walls. I could be me. True. Raw. Unhinged. Everything I had buried deep within myself was laid out in the open, and for the first time, I didn't have to hide or try to be perfect.
His thumb brushed against my cheek, and the simple touch unraveled me, turning me into something pliable, something soft beneath his hands. I couldn't help but melt into his touch, as though the world around me could fall away, leaving only us, suspended in a moment that felt too delicate, too real.
"You are just amazing," he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath, yet it landed heavy, like a truth that was etched into the air between us. His gaze held me captive, admiring me not just with his eyes but with every fiber of his being, as if I were the missing piece he had been searching for in a lifetime.
