"Everything is almost perfect," Aster said aloud, his eyes sing the entire enviro.

  That part of the restaurant had been transformed into a romantic setting filled with charmiails.

  Delicately arranged dles spread a soft and weling light; illuminating the tables adorned with flower arras: white lilies and two-tone roses, ranging in shades from tea to soft pink. Creating an even more intense romantic atmosphere.

  Sitting at the table, Aster felt immersed in a romantic movie, while Callum seemed like a gentleman plucked from the pages of an a book. He almost smiled at these extravagant thoughts.

  Callum noticed Aster's evideement and asked, "Hey, did you like it?"

  Aster hesitated for a moment, averting his gaze, before responding softly, "Yes, everything looks beautiful here. It feels like a movie set."

  Callum raised an eyebrow, a slight sign of crossing his perfect face. "Is something wrong, Aster?"

  Aster pyed with the napkin on his p, carefully choosing his words. "Well, it's just that... we're here alone in a private area of the restaurant. It's a very romantic gesture on your part."

  Callum furrowed his brow, looking puzzled. "And is that a problem?"

  Aster sighed, appearing slightly unfortable. "No, it's not a problem; it's just that...

  Callum pursed his lips, trying to find the right words. "Aster, I... I don't want our intimacy to be exposed to everyone."

  Callum looked at Aster with a deep gaze, processing his words. He took Aster's hand that was oable aly squeezed it, leaving a trace rahat seemed to envelop them.

  "I want to be with you," Callum said sincerely. "And I don't want you to tinue w."

  Aster looked at Callum curiously. "Why are you saying this?" he asked, with a slight smile on his lips.

  Callum smiled back with a glimmer in his eyes. "Because I'm your Alpha," he replied with vi.

  Aster felt a mix of emotions in his chest. He khis path wouldn't be easy and that there were destinies and purposes; involved. "I don't know if this will work," he thought to himself.

  "You already had your purpose set, and I had mine," Aster tinued, refleg. "I uand that the new gees curiosity and create a sense of longing. Part of me wants you to miss me, but I don't want to be selfish. And I don't expect you to do the same."

  Callum nodded, abs Aster's words as he tinued expressing his opinion. "We're not at the st steps of life, but rather at the beginning of a possible ast," he said, with a hopeful tone. "Now, everything around us is noisy. There was nothiweewo of us, and now..."

  Callum smiled and agreed. "I accept your cept, the meaning y, and the dire we're heading. I'm saying that I want this, not just believe my words."

  Aster looked into Callum's eyes and responded with determination: "My existend the things I experience have meaning to me. How I fet my efforts and everything I've built so far?"

  While Aster and Callum eheir romantiner, backstage in the private kit of the restaurant, an atmosphere of heated discussions began to form. The chefs and kit assistants, busy skillfully preparing the dishes, exged quick words and fused expressions. Some whispered quietly, while others spoke loudly about the presence of the mysterious omega apanying the powerful Mr. Callum Campbell.

  "Who is that omega?" whispered a chef, raising an eyebrow with curiosity. "Definitely not Callum's fiancée, Crice Phillips."

  While the discussions tinued backstage, the staff kept an eye on the movements of Callum and Aster, trying to caty clues estures that could reveal the truth about the unusual retionship unfolding before their eyes.

  While Callum and Aster eheir romantiner, unaware of the events backstage at the restaurant, a growing tension hung at the doors of the pce. The discreetly positioned security guards exged ed looks as rumors about the photographers spread.

  One of the security guards approached Callum cautiously, "Mr. Callum, we have a situation," the guard whispered. "There are photographers positioned outside the restaurant, waiting for a moment of exposure."

  Callum's eyes narrowed with . He khat the presence of the photographers was an immihreat to his personal life and Crice's image. After all, the media had always been eager for any information about the perfect couple's retionship.

  Aster noticed the sudden ge in Callum's expression and thought about asking if something had happened.

  Callum discussed the situation with fidence, making it clear that the presence of the photographers could be detrimental not only to them but also to Crice's image, his ex-fiancée.

  Aster, though surprised, noticed Callum's genuine in proteg Crice's reputation. This revetion made Aster ponder about a perfect temporary escape, as the circumstances were in his favor.

  In a moment of impulse, Aster requested a moment to go to the restroom. But, as he got up, he pced the napkin on the right side of the table.

  Aster walked towards the restroom, feeling a mix of emotions. He k was the perfect time to have a problem with Callum, it was time to withdraw—the opportunity to start well and end badly preseself before him.

  While walking through the restaurant's corridors, Aster reflected on his position in Callum's life. He felt like Camil Parker Bowles in a Mexi soap opera, involved in a plot full of drama and twists. Did Callum and the security guard think he was deaf? Their only seemed to be Callum and his fiancée's image.

  Meanwhile, Aster's thoughts oscilted between humor and perplexity. He wondered if he was living in a peculiar version of a Latin melodrama, where he was the sedary character dealing with other people's love difficulties.

  Aster let out a sigh and shook his head, finding some ic relief iuation. He never imagihat his life would bee such a plicated and twist-filled plot.

  Suddenly, he was discreetly approached—by one of Callum's security guards, who questioned him about his unusual departure.

  The security guard looked at Aster with an inquisitive gaze; and said, "Sorry, sir, but your departure is unusual, leaving the table like this. Is there a problem?"

  Aster lowers his head, revealing teary eyes, and responds with a low and tense voice, "Mr. Callum Campbell shouldn't be seen with me. It's for the good of his fiancée and his reputation."

  The security guard is momentarily surprised by Aster's response, his gaze softens, and he appears uanding, realizing that the young omega has been dismissed. He nods in agreement and says, "I uand. Your departure is better for the situation. Don't worry, there won't be any problems."

  Aster thanks the security guard with a sad smile and walks away, tinuing on his path. Inside, he feels a mixture of relief and disappoi for having to pretend sadness, but he knows it's necessary to maintain his strained retionship with Callum.

  As Aster walked through the bustling city streets at night, he marveled at the umosphere surrounding the people around him. Vibrant lights from signs and shop windows illumihe darkness, creating a stunning nighttime ndscape. Men and womely dressed for the occasion, wearing sophisticated and shining outfits, fidently strolled along the sidewalks. Party dresses, impeccable suits, and sparkling jewelry added a touour to the noal setting.

  The facial expressions of the people portrayed the diversity of emotions the city embraced. Some smiled and engaged in lively versations, sharing moments of joy aion. Others, with serious and focused looks, demonstrated their dedication to work and the goals they sought to achieve. Groups of friends ughed loudly, enjoying the night at bars aaurants, while couples in love embraced and exged meaningful gnces.

  Aster also noticed the presence of street performers, talented musis who captivated passersby with captivating melodies. Their performances filled the air with a magical and tagious atmosphere, adding an artistic touch to the city's nightlife.

  The nighttime sery offered a fasating color palette. The city lights reflected on people's faces, creating a py of shadows and highlighting their unique features. Carefully groomed hair, elegant makeup, and vibrant expressions posed a true visual symphony.

  Amidst the hustle and frenzy of the nightlife, Aster felt like a privileged observer, abs all the energy ay of that sery. It was a showcase of human diversity, a visual spectacle that made him refle his p that stantly moving city.

  Aster realized that the world around him had its own dynamid social structures. A blend of power and submission, where sex was seen as a tool of manipution and trol over human instincts, art of a plex game. This reality trasted with his essence, shaped by his training as a security agent and his ability to handle pressures and responsibilities.

  However, even without fully mastering the intricacies of that world, Aster was aware of the facts and forces shaping the society around him. His adaptability and self-trol were his ons in that enviro, built over years of experien high-risk situations and the responsibility to protect lives and pursue criminals.

  While Callum remained inexplicably silent in the elevator, the engulfing silence was almost deafening. His serious fad the absence of any visible emotion made it clear the impact of Aster's suddeure.

  As the elevator doors closed, Callum struggled to process everything that was happening. A sense of emptiness settled in his chest, leaving him helpless in the face of Aster's absence.

  A feeling of loss and helplessness enveloped him. Callum couldn't uand why Aster left him without any expnation. He questioned whether he could have done something differently if his words or as were misuood.