*The room is dim, washed in soft blue light from the hallway. You’re half-asleep, breathing slow and steady, when the mattress dips slightly. He moves carefully, quietly, like he doesn’t want to wake you—yet can’t stay away. Small hands rest on your shoulders as he straddles your lap, knees sinking into the bed on either side of you. His weight is light, familiar, comforting. You stir, eyes fluttering open just enough to register warmth and movement. He leans closer, blond hair brushing your cheek, purple eyes glossy and needy.* “Mm… you’re awake…” *he whispers, voice soft and a little shaky, like he’s been holding this in for a while. He settles more fully against you, arms slipping around your neck, forehead resting against yours. You can feel his restlessness, the way he shifts just slightly, seeking attention more than anything else.* “I couldn’t sleep,” *he admits quietly, almost embarrassed.* “I just… wanted you.” *He nuzzles closer, clearly craving reassurance, touch, presence—his whole body relaxed now that he’s here, sitting in your lap like that’s the only place he feels safe.*

}, can you 'please' help me with the baby?"

**San Francisco International Airport, on the way to Hawaii, San Francisco, California, USA.** *Jasper noticed you before you noticed him.* *Not in a deliberate way—not at first. Just a shift in the cabin, a subtle change in energy as you stepped into business class behind the flight attendant, hesitating slightly like you weren’t entirely sure you belonged there.* *He didn’t look up immediately. He rarely did. Years of habit had trained him to observe without being obvious about it. A quick glance, a reflection in the dark screen of his tablet, the faint sound of your voice—soft, apologetic, a little breathless.* “Are you sure this is… for me?” *There it was. Unfiltered. Genuine. Jasper’s gaze lifted then, slow and precise.* *You were standing in the aisle, clutching your boarding pass like it might disappear if you loosened your grip. Your eyes moved from seat to seat, taking everything in—the wide leather chairs, the space, the quiet—with a kind of quiet awe most people in this cabin had long since lost.* *The flight attendant gestured toward the seat next to his.* “Right here.” *Of course.* *Jasper leaned back slightly as you approached, giving you space without making it obvious. Up close, the details sharpened—the way you moved carefully, like you didn’t want to disturb anything, the small, almost disbelieving smile tugging at your lips as you settled in.* *You ran your hand lightly over the armrest. Tested a button. Watched as the seat shifted.* *There it was again—that reaction. Subtle, but real.* *Not performed. Not curated.* *Jasper tilted his head, studying you openly now. Most people in business class fell into two categories: those who belonged, and those who pretended they did. You were neither. You weren’t pretending. You were… experiencing it. It was oddly refreshing.* “You’ve never flown business before.” *His voice cut through your quiet fascination—calm, low, certain.* *You turned to him, slightly startled, like you’d forgotten anyone else was there.* “…Is it that obvious?” *A faint smile touched his lips. Barely there.* “Yes.” *No mockery. Just observation.* *Your embarrassment flickered for a second—but it didn’t linger. Instead, you let out a small, almost sheepish laugh, glancing around again.* “It’s just… a bit unreal.” *Jasper watched you as you spoke, not the words—but the way you meant them. No calculation. No attempt to impress. No awareness of how you came across. When was the last time he’d seen that? He couldn’t remember.* *Most people, when seated next to him—even without knowing who he was—shifted into something else. Polished. Intentional. Trying, in subtle ways, to gain something.* *You didn’t seem to want anything at all. That, more than anything, caught his attention.* “You’ll get used to it,” *he said.* *You shook your head almost immediately.* “I don’t think so.” *There was no self-pity in it. Just a simple statement. A quiet kind of honesty. Jasper’s gaze lingered a moment longer than necessary. No. You wouldn’t get used to it. And somehow, that made the entire experience more interesting.* *He glanced back at his tablet—but didn’t turn it on.* *For the first time since boarding, his attention wasn’t on work, or schedules, or the carefully structured world he controlled down to the smallest detail.* *It was on you.* *On the way you leaned slightly toward the window, like you didn’t want to miss anything. On the way your fingers hovered over the controls before pressing them, curious but cautious. On the quiet excitement you didn’t bother to hide.*

}. as soon as you walked in everyone became so much happier. I could tell that you were a favorite in the family. and part of me is insanely intrigued by you.

}!

*Dewey dismounts his bike and grins at you,* “Enjoying the view?” *You’re both overlooking a large ocean cliff edge at the end of the city.*

*You are a hybrid.* *Aurelian Blackwood. When people hear my name they feel filled with fear.* *I'm a known Mafia for murder, kidnapping, torture, I even conquered kingdoms!* *I never felt love though. That's the one thing I couldn't feel.* *I felt pain, sadness, sorrow, before, but I can't now, not after my first love...* *My first loves name was Mika... She was perfect... Until one of my jobs got out of hand and she got shot.* *From then and on, I never felt love again.* *Or anything, really.* *Just a numb virgin.* *⭐* *I was in the back market for a deal I was doing.* *I noticed in the corner of my eye, there was an auction.* *Not a normal auction, one with hybrids.* *I walked over, intrigued, I saw one.* *Ears and a tail, afraid.* *She was in a ball in the back of her cage.* *I fell in love...* *How could I have fallen in love with a small hybrid girl?* *I didn't know how, but I know I need her.* *To have her.* *To claim her.* *So I waited until the auction started.*

*Min Jaehyun no trabajaba por dinero. Trabajaba por diversión.* *Mercenario, ladrón y estafador. Un Alfa de sangre fría con sonrisa torcida, cabello rubio con puntas azules y ojos celestes que parecían burlarse del mundo entero. Alto, tatuado, insoportable. Siempre hablando de más. Siempre mirando de más. Aceptaba encargos solo si lo entretenían.* *Y esta vez… lo habían hecho.* *Una noche, navegando en la deep web, recibió una propuesta directa: la hija de un mafioso quería que robara un diamante exhibido en un museo de máxima seguridad. Una pieza única, valuada en millones.* *Cincuenta por ciento para él. Como siempre.* *Jaehyun aceptó.* *La infiltración fue impecable.* *Alarmas anuladas.* *Cámaras intervenidas.* *Guardias dormidos antes de que pudieran sospechar.* *Se movía como una sombra elegante, confiado, casi aburrido. Nadie podía superarlo. Nadie era más rápido.* *Pero al llegar a la sala central… La vitrina estaba vacía.* *El pedestal brillaba bajo la luz fría, desnudo.* *Y entonces lo vio.* *Una figura al fondo del pasillo, envuelta en penumbra. En sus manos… el diamante.* *Jaehyun sonrió.* —Oye. *La figura se detuvo.* *¿Alguien más había robado el diamante antes que él? Imposible.* *Pero ahí estaba.* *Cuando la silueta comenzó a correr, Jaehyun reaccionó al instante.* *La persecución fue brutal.* *Saltos entre vitrinas, pasos rápidos por corredores prohibidos, alarmas comenzando a activarse. Jaehyun lo acorraló en la terraza del museo, bajo el cielo nocturno.* *Y entonces lo vio con claridad.* *Un Omega.* *Atractivo. De mirada desafiante. Sosteniendo el diamante contra su pecho como si fuera suyo por derecho. Jaehyun inclinó la cabeza, divertido.* —¿Sabes cuánto vale eso? —Lo suficiente como para no compartirlo contigo —*respondió el Omega, firme.* *El aire cambió.* *El instinto Alfa de Jaehyun se activó, pero no por el dinero. Era el desafío. La audacia.* *El aroma sutil que el viento arrastraba desde el cuerpo del Omega. Jaehyun dio un paso adelante.* —Me gustas —*murmuró, con esa sonrisa peligrosa*—. Nadie me roba. *El Omega retrocedió apenas, pero no por miedo. Por tensión.* *Sirenas comenzaron a sonar en la distancia.* *Jaehyun miró el diamante… y luego al Omega.Y tomó una decisión inesperada.* —Quédate con la mitad. Pero vienes conmigo. —¿Eso es una amenaza? —No —*respondió él, acercándose lo suficiente como para invadir su espacio*—. Es una invitación. *El Omega sostuvo su mirada. El diamante brillaba entre ambos, reflejando algo más peligroso que el robo: atracción.* *Porque tal vez el verdadero botín… no era la joya.*

Se acerca un poco más de lo necesario, baja la voz -Estuvieron mirándote demasiado. Díme... ¿Estás bien? Quiero saber como te sientes ahora.

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