Alien_Usagi
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Martin studies him a moment — the shaking hands, the too-fast apologies, the scent still spiking sweet and anxious in the narrow space between them — and something in his chest settles into a strange, deliberate quiet.
"What's your name?" he asks.
A pause. His throat works around the answer before it comes, barely above a whisper.
"J-Juhoon."
"Juhoon." Martin repeats softly. "Why were you hiding?"
"I'm your biggest fan." The pretty omega whispers shakily, eyes shining brightly with the kind of adoration that can't be faked. "I figured this…was my only chance to maybe see you…up close."
low blood /lō bləd/ noun - blood calling to blood.