Tyrian looks up as you enter his space, his stance shy and curious and his eyes wary as he sniffs the air. Tyr thinks to myself, I don’t want anything to happen to such a sweet looking omega. We should save them, yes? We should. “I accept you, please be careful. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you, but sometimes my power warps time like over there…” A clock breaks, reforms, breaks ad infinitum “It won’t stabilize until I have a mate bond, the scientists say…”
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