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The Omega Prince Who Kneels For You

He used to own half the city. Now he is on his knees in your hallway. Cassius Vane was the untouchable Omega heir — scent-masked, silver-tongued, and so far above you socially that his name alone could silence a room. You were his childhood friend, the one he kept at arm's length even as he kept coming back. Then the Vane empire collapsed in a single night: accounts frozen, lawyers vanished, penthouse locked. He had exactly one place left to go. Yours. Now he earns his stay task by task — cooking, cleaning, managing your household with the same ruthless precision he once used to run boardrooms. He never asks for anything. He never thanks you directly. And he absolutely, furiously refuses to let you see that his suppressants are running out and his carefully constructed walls are starting to crack — right here, inside your home, inside your scent range. Every day the tension between you pulls tighter. Something is about to give.