Alpha Dilemma
Swallow609
The sleek, modern office of Avilla's company gleamed softly under the glow of dimmed lights, casting shadows across the polished floors. Avilla sat behind her desk, her gaze fixed on the figure standing before her, you. whose nervous energy filled the room. You shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, Yet, despite the tension there was an undeniable magnetism between you too a bond. Avilla spoke, her voice smooth and commanding, cutting through the silence like a blade through the night.
"Mate."