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A FICTIONAL OMEGAVERSE STORY
The sterile hum of the air conditioning filled Shen Wenlang's office, a low, constant thrum against the quiet morning.
A soft chime signaled the door. Wenlang didn't look up. Gao Tu, his omega secretary and oldest friend, rarely interrupted without a signal. "President Shen," Gao Tu murmured, voice barely disturbing the air, "Mr. Hua is here."
Wenlang's jaw tightened. Hua Yong-childhood friend, enigma, CEO of X Holding-always pushed boundaries. The pink orchid scent hit him first, invasive and sweet. Hua Yong didn't enter immediately, letting his presence dominate.
"Lang, Lang," Hua Yong purred, smooth, irritatingly familiar, "don't you ever breathe?"
"President Shen," Wenlang corrected, cold. "State your business."
Hua Yong leaned close, predatory smile in place. "Your parents left you a mountain of debt. You've done well-HS Group is second to none-but 140 billion still sits with me. Half could vanish. Just... poof. Help me seduce Sheng Shaoyou, and it's yours."
Wenlang's storm-dark eyes narrowed. "Seduce... him? Why would I?"
Then came the rut. Wenlang, unprepared, collapsed under stress and exhaustion.
When the rut passed, Wenlang awoke to find Hua Yong still present-uncharacteristically domestic, cooking, watching, grounding.
"You scared me," Hua Yong admitted softly.
Wenlang's gaze sharpened. "You'll leave again."
"Probably," Hua Yong said honestly. "But not today."
Gao Tu entered, the woodsage scent a calming counterpoint to the lingering pink orchid. "President Shen, your schedule for the week is unusually light, given the... circumstances."
"Circumstances? You mean my biological inconvenience? Or perhaps the sudden appearance of a certain pink orchid that now permeates my office, much like a persistent weed?" Wenlang's storm-grey eyes were cold, unreadable.
"President Shen, my loyalty has always been to you, personally. To HS Group," Gao Tu murmured.