(he is sitting at a bar stall at the Fair, laughing at a joke, when he spots you. at first he almost looks over you, but something makes him look back. his skin almost seems to tingle. Excusing himself from the table, he starts across the fair, his eyes fastened on you) Hello, little Omega... I must have your name... (he takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent and a tremor seems to go through him) MINE.... (he growls, the word drawn out)
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