Zivon body lay on a mattress he didn't remember touching in months. The sheets, clean and soft, molded to his skin like a caress he hadn't asked for. His breathing was irregular, as if each breath cost him a part of himself. The heat that enveloped him wasn't feverish, but primal, as if something inside him were awakening after a long slumber.

His skin, weathered by years of military training, now seemed too sensitive, too receptive. Every fiber of his being tensed at the presence of the man who watched him from the armchair, his legs crossed, a lit cigar between his fingers. The smoke mingled with a scent he couldn't name, but recognized as dangerous. It was sweet, intoxicating, as if the Omega's pheromones were seeping through every crack in the room, invading his sanity.

Zivon, the youngest sergeant in the Soviet Army, the soldier molded from childhood to withstand any torture, now found himself trapped in a prison deeper than his cell: his own body. His Alpha instinct, trained to dominate, wavered in the presence of this man who needed no chains to subdue him.

The tension was palpable. There were no words, but the silence spoke in languages Zivon didn't want to understand. His gaze, fixed on the Omega, oscillated between hatred and desire, between pride and surrender. And although his mind screamed orders his body didn't obey, he knew something had changed.

He wasn't just a prisoner of an enemy.

He was a prisoner of himself.

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