In The Name Of Friendship The First Glance

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This is my second story, although the first one isn't complete yet 😞😞 but I really want to write this, so I started it 😚

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The grand ballroom pulsed with soft jazz and the low murmur of business talk layered beneath fake laughter. Crystal chandeliers cast fragmented lights across polished marble floors, where high society mingled with the shadows of the underworld. Billion-dollar deals were sealed behind champagne flutes and feigned smiles, masked with expensive perfume and tailored suits.

At the edge of it all, sprawled lazily across a plush velvet couch, sat a man who didn't belong to the noise—he dominated it. An alpha, unmistakably. His aura was sharp, cold, and powerful. Dressed in black, wine swirling idly in a crystal glass between his fingers, he radiated dangerous charm. People approached him—businessmen hungry for partnerships, women flaunting curves and status—but one look from him, and they shrank back like flame-touched paper. His disinterest was palpable. The party, like most things, bored him.

Someone

He rose, deciding he had indulged this circus long enough. As he walked through the ballroom with calculated, lethal grace, heads turned. He moved like he owned every breath in the room.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑛, 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑑.

A soft thud.

Someone

(A curse left his lips, low and annoyed, as he looked down—and froze.)

On the floor sat an omega.

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑡.

Something flickered.

The alpha’s breath caught as he stared—really stared—for the first time that evening. The omega’s lips were plush and parted in surprise, his dual eyelids enchanting under the soft ballroom light. A mole tipped his nose, another beneath his right eye—marks so delicate they felt like fate’s fingerprints. A blue locket nestled against his sharp collarbones, shimmering with an almost magical pull. His single earring swung gently as he blinked up, blue eyes wide, confused, enchanting.