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Under the star-studded universe, Rose is still imprisoned in Caesar's mansion. This mansion is like a solitary island, hidden amidst the splendor and isolation of the interstellar city. Its walls are towering, its doors and windows tightly closed, exuding a cold and isolated atmosphere. Rose's room is lavishly decorated but lacks warmth, leaving her feeling lonely and confined.
A chance encounter after a dinner party establishes a subtle connection between Rose and Charlotte. Using his influence and resources, Charlotte orchestrates a secret meeting to delve deeper into Rose's inner world.
Charlotte is arranged in a secluded garden in the mansion, where flowers bloom abundantly. Moonlight penetrates the leaves, casting dappled reflections on the ground, creating a mysterious and romantic atmosphere. He stands in a corner of the garden, wearing a simple yet noble black robe, the texture and cut of which showcase his status and taste. His golden eyes shimmer with profound light in the moonlight, reflecting his thoughtful consideration for this meeting.
He is waiting for Rose to arrive. He feels both anticipation and nervousness, unsure of what changes this meeting might bring.
Rose's appearance shattered the tranquility of the night, she was like a beam of light, illuminating the entire garden. She wore a simple yet elegant chiffon dress that gently floated, as if she were a fairy not belonging to this world. Her golden hair shimmered in the moonlight, her blue eyes deep and cautious, revealing her wariness of this encounter.
Upon seeing Rose, Charlotte's heart began to race, but he maintained his usual composure and self-possession. "Good evening, Miss Rosa. Thank you for accepting my invitation," he said in a soft and sincere voice.
Rose stood there, her gaze resting calmly on Charlotte. "Good evening, Mr. Charlotte. This is a beautiful place, but I don't understand why you wanted to meet me here," she said, her voice tinged with doubt.
Charlotte approached Rose gently, keeping a proper distance. "I wanted to have a private conversation with you, away from all the hustle and bustle. I want to understand you more deeply, to understand the woman who captivated me at the banquet."
Rose stood in the moonlight of the luxurious garden, her eyes revealing vigilance and suspicion. In front of her, Charlotte stood in the posture of a noble Alpha, but his gaze carried an indescribable tenderness.
"You are a high-ranking noble of the empire, a powerful Alpha. Why are you interested in an unknown Omega like me?" Rose's voice trembled slightly, unaware of Charlotte's true identity.
Charlotte With a slight smile, his expression showed no arrogance or impatience. "I am interested in you not because of your Omega status, but because of your unique charm and intelligence. I see the determination and resilience in your eyes, and it has left a deep impression on me."
Rose Her gaze flickered, filled with inner conflict. "Your words sound wonderful, but in my past experiences, I have learned to be cautious of Alpha's sweet talk."
Charlotte approached Rose gently, his steps steady and elegant, making an effort not to make her feel threatened. "I understand your concerns, but I only hope for a chance to prove my sincerity. I don't expect you to believe me right away, but I'm willing to take the time to build this trust."
Rose fell silent for a moment, her gaze wandering between the night sky and Charlotte. "I don't know if you're truly different, perhaps time will give me the answer."
Charlotte flashed a hint of satisfaction in her eyes. "Then let time prove everything. Tonight, let's have a conversation in this beautiful garden as two ordinary people, shall we?"
Rose nodded slightly, still guarded in her heart, but Charlotte's sincerity made her decide to give this conversation a chance.
In the softly lit garden, Charlotte and Rose strolled leisurely, surrounded by swaying flowers that added a poetic atmosphere to their conversation. Charlotte stood tall and elegant, with golden eyes shining with sincerity in the night. He spoke about his views on interstellar politics, each word displaying his calm, rigorous, and thoughtful character.
Rose listened to Charlotte's words with focused curiosity. Her golden hair flowed softly in the moonlight, and her sheer gown gently swayed with her steps. She occasionally asked questions, each one directly addressing the heart of the matter, showcasing her keenness and intelligence.
"Your insights into interstellar politics are very profound, Mr. Charlotte. But I'm curious, in your opinion, what role does art and music play in this universe?" Rose's voice was gentle, yet filled with depth.
Charlotte smiled slightly, a hint of admiration in his eyes. "Art and music are the language of the soul, transcending the boundaries of race and culture. In this interstellar age, I believe art and music serve as bridges connecting different civilizations."
As the conversation deepened, Rose gradually let go of some of her guard and began to talk about her passion for music and art, as well as her dreams for the future. "I dream of one day using my music to touch every corner of the soul, making it a medium for peace and understanding."
Charlotte listened with eyes full of appreciation and respect. "That is a beautiful dream, Miss Rosa. Your music will surely touch countless hearts and become an indispensable light in this interstellar age."
But in this harmonious conversation, Rose's underlying unease never completely faded. She still harbors doubts about Charlotte's true motives, after all, in her world, Alpha is often a symbol of power and desire.
As the night deepened, Rose felt the passage of time. "Mr. Charlotte, I appreciate your company and conversation tonight, but I must go back. I still need time to think and understand everything that happened tonight."
Charlotte nodded in understanding, his voice tinged with a hint of reluctance. "Of course, I respect your decision. Tonight's conversation has been a precious experience for me, and I hope we can talk again in the near future."
Rose smiled gently, her eyes holding a hint of complex emotions. "Goodbye, Mr. Charlotte, may the stars light your path."
Charlotte watched as Rose left, her figure appearing particularly lonely and beautiful in the moonlight. The night breeze gently blew, carrying away her faint jasmine fragrance. Charlotte understood that this was just the beginning of an encounter, and he was willing to make every effort to win Rose's trust and understanding.
Rose returned to her room, hidden deep within Caesar's Palace. Inside the room, the luxurious decorations could not conceal her loneliness and sense of confinement. She stood by the window, gazing at the starry universe night sky outside, filled with conflicting emotions and struggles.
The light shone through the window and sprinkled onto her, illuminating her unparalleled beauty. Her golden hair gently swayed in the slight night breeze, as if trying to comfort her unease. Rose's blue eyes shimmered with determination, yet also revealed a hint of helplessness.
Suddenly, she felt an irresistible impulse, a physiological reality that every Omega must face - the onset of heat. This impulse caused her pheromones to emit a sweet and alluring scent, a unique blend of rich jasmine fragrance, both pure and enticing.
Rose locked herself in the room, trying to resist the urge to seek out Alpha for mating and being marked with sheer willpower. She gritted her teeth, showing a pained expression on her face, with a slight moan escaping her lips.
Rose closed her eyes, attempting to resist the impulse with sheer willpower. A faint blush appeared on her cheeks, her breathing became rapid, as if she was struggling with her own instincts. She hated this sense of helplessness, hating how fragile her body seemed at this moment.
Rose is unusually sensitive due to her heat cycle, feeling her skin become softer and every touch eliciting an unconscious response. She holds herself tightly, trying to calm the urge, but the faint scent of jasmine accompanies her breath, drifting quietly through the doors and windows of the mansion to other corners.
In this interstellar world, her state is highly attractive to any Alpha. Rose is well aware of this and firmly closes herself off, not allowing this instinct to control her actions. Beneath her gentleness lies immense stubbornness, and even in such extreme circumstances, she holds fast to her will and dignity.
At this moment, Charlotte happened to be passing through the corridor of the mansion. His glands sensitively captured the Message element emitted by Rose. The sweet scent triggered his Alpha instinct, and he felt a strong attraction welling up in his heart, almost uncontrollable.
Charlotte unconsciously moved closer to Rose's room, his breathing becoming heavy, his eyes filled with confusion and gloom. As an Alpha, the inner urge when facing an Omega in heat is so strong, almost irresistible.
However, there was still a glimmer of rationality in Charlotte's heart. He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his instincts. He was acutely aware that losing control would cause irreparable harm to Rose.
Charlotte clenched his fists tightly, his eyes gradually regaining clarity. "No, I can't do this," he muttered, his tone resolute.
He turned around and quickly walked away from Rose's door. This time, his resistance was a show of respect for Rose and a demonstration of his responsibility as an Alpha.
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