The moment Damián arrived at the building where he lived, the doorman stopped him, blog his path with aic gesture.

  "Mr. Lyon-Bowes, there is a package here for you. It was delivered a few minutes before your arrival," the doorman informed me in a solemn tone.

  Damián nodded, his curious gaze fixed on the package resting on the reception ter. He reached out and took it, feeling the weight and the smooth texture of the paper that enveloped it. It was a gift box, a true work of art in silver and blue tones, adorned with meticulously tied bows. At the ter of the bow is a delicate envelope, further arousing his visual i.

  "Thank you." Damián expressed his gratitude with a smile and proceeded towards the elevator. Upon reag his apartment, he carefully pced the box oable in his room, giving it a promi pce.

  Choosing to indulge in a rexing bath before opening the package, Damián allowed the hot water to cascade over his body, enveloping him in a f aaliziion. Every droplet that trickled down his skin seemed to caress his essence, awakening his senses and calming his mind.

  Upon emerging from the bath, Damián immediately noticed the transformation that had occurred on his skin. It felt invigorated and soft, and it exuded a delicate and captivating fragrance.

  With tenderness, his hands caressed his skin, expl the silky smoothness and creamy sensation that enveloped it. It was a gratifying sensory experience, yet at the same time intriguing, as if something beyond the ordinary had happened, leaving him with a "peach-like skiion.

  Dressed in fortable clothing, Damián turned his attention to the box that patiently awaited on the nearby table. He held it between his hands, feeling its smooth texture and noting the shining silver bows that ador.

  A mixture of fusion and curiosity took hold of his facial expression as he narrowed his eyes, trying to decipher the reason behind this ued gift. For a brief moment, the idea crossed his mind that it could be a prese by Lennart Persson, the married alpha sdrel.

  Deg to uhe in of the gift, Damián opehe card that apahe box. As he read the words written there, a mixture of fury and amusement flooded his mind a.

  "There is no feeling more sihan mine for you. Think of me when you taste these sweets; it is the beginning of our memories, for the sweetest omega I know—Adam Kadman."

  Adam Kadman's words stirred up a range of emotions in Damián, from the fury of receiving chocotes as a gift from a billioo the amusement of the situation. Damián reread the note several times, letting out an ironic ugh.

  "Chocote?" he excimed aloud, his tone expressing disbelief. "This guy is a billionaire, and he gifts me with chocotes?" A wave of thoughts passed through his mind, reminding him of the tless pieces of love advice he had given throughout his life, many of whivolved winnis with diamonds and graures.

  With a determined motion, Damián began to open the box, but his enthusiasm and impatience overruled delicacy. Suddenly, he transformed into a whirlwind of ay, ag like an enraged cat with a ball of yarn.

  Without a sed thought, he grabbed the packaging with his hands and tore it apart, shredding the precious ing in an untrolble frenzy. The sound of; paper being ripped echoed through the room as if a storm had ihe space.

  Fragments of silver paper floated in the air, while bits of ribbon and bows scattered on the floor. The moment was filled with humor and self-irony—a se worthy of a edy movie. Damián couldn't help but ugh at himself and the unusual situation he had created.

  Damián, with a simultaneous expression of amusement and exasperation, excimed aloud, "What kind of billionaire protagonist is this? Does he think I will cherish packaging and cards as sweet memories?"

  While p the situation, a thought crossed his mind. He remembered the tless lovers who held onto every memory, keeping dots, cards, and gifts, only to discover afterward that what they kept was uhy. He reflected on the dangerous pleasure of the unscious in revisiting the past.

  The chocote was in front of him, covered in delicate tissue paper. With an impulsive gesture, Damián grabbed the tissue paper and pulled it off without ceremony. Like a wild cat unraveling a secret, he revealed the delicately arranged chocotes in a perfeation. His initial expression of fusion and disbelief gave way to a pyful smile as he admired the beauty of the chocotes.

  Damián spoke aloud, "What kind of billionaire protagonist is this? Does he think I will keep ers and cards? Creating memories?"

  Damián was in monologue, letting out an ironic ugh at the idea of aphrodisiac chocotes or some kind hidden within the sweets. His imagination soared, questioning whether those chocotes could intensify his omega instincts or awaken an untrolble desire for Adam as soon as he saw them.

  However, amidst the torn pieces of paper, tangled ribbons, and chocotes, somethiatingly caught Damián's attention. His eyes fixed on the gleaming bracelet carefully pced there. The diamonds, with marquise, round, and pear cuts, shimmered intensely, illuminating the whole room.

  o where the bracelet was located, there was a small note: "I hope the taste of the chocotes lives up to the brilliance of these diamonds!"

  Damián was stupefied, his mouth involuntarily falling open at the dazzling sight. He questioned himself in his thoughts, how could he have uimated a billionaire protagonist by thinking he would be petty enough to only gift chocotes? The radiant jewel in front of him roof that the extravagaure surpassed all his expectations.

  Faced with flig thoughts, Damián realized that he may have judged Adam's approach prematurely. With a touch of self-irony, he admitted to himself that his perception of the billionaire protagonist had grown by a modest 0.01%.

  Deg to approach the situation with good humor, Damián takes two chocotes as them, reminisg about the delicious fvors of the chocotes he used to buy at Scharffen Berger. However, he was fident that Adam Kadman was retively safe and trustworthy.

  Putting the bracelet on his wrist, Damián lies down on the bed and gazes at the ceiling while refleg on his life. The past few days have been challenging since he woke up in that new world. Life has never been easy for him, and every step he took required determination and effort. However, he questions what he left behind in his other world, what his aplishments were, and what his legacy would have been. Was he able to inspire lives or only destroy them?

  "No! No! No!" Damiáed in his head, anding his brain to obey and push away thoughts reted to Adam Kadman.

  However, a few moments ter, his heart betrayed him, pulsating in his chest like a despicable traitor. As he looked at the ceiling, Damián closed his eyes, and his mind was filled with images of Adam l his head against his lips in a sensual gesture. An involuntary moan escaped his lips as he felt the weight of desire filling his body and the liquid heat between his thighs.

  The image of Adam's rge, warm hands caressing his body invaded Damián's mind, causing him to bite his lips to suppress a scream. A surge of excitement took over his body, fueling his imagination with sensual ses starring Adam's hands. "Yes!" he whispered.

  His legs moved restlessly on the bed as his hands explored his own body, a mixture of pleasure and self-deprecation on his face. His mind mocked the situation and himself, calling him pathetic.

  He could imagine—he whispered to himself with untrolble fury, his hands expl his naked and pulsating skiween his thighs, while a sigh escaped his lips.

  The feelings became deeper and more tumultuous, with waves of fused desire c through his body.

  He felt a heat sensation on his face that radiated throughout his body, his fingers sliding smoothly over the silky fluid that defied his swollen penis. Whispering Adam's name eagerly, his breathless voice echoed in the room as his body was ed by aric current of pleasure.

  In his thoughts, he saw Adam, an irresistible vision that pushed him to the limit of pleasure and desire. Sighing, Damián imagined himself being covered by Adam, his lips expl every inch of his skin, his caresses elig shivers of lust. A wave of desire overwhelmed him, making him audibly moan.

  For a moment, his hands moved faster, bringing him closer and closer to climax. As he felt the asm approag, Damián experiehe fmes of pleasure c through his body, his ecstasy maing in intense moans that mingled in the air.

  When his fluid-soaked hand fell on the bed, his breath was heavy, and his mind was in a state of momentary ecstasy...

  However, he knew he couldn't tinue allowing himself to act like this. Masturbating like a teenager after all these years was an indulgence he shouldn't surreo.

  After a few minutes, his breathing gradually returo normal. "Screw it," he muttered to himself, aware that his fantasies involving Adam were dangerous and uain. He refused to be a pawn in someone else's hands; no one could trol him.

  Damiá like he was walking towards the abyss, but a fierce determination burned in his gaze.

  Damn, this 't kill him... The thought echoed in Damián's mind, ed in years of paranoia and s for both himself and Aster. He felt troubled and uneasy, like an act amid a world he didn't belong to.

  Those intense, omega-like senses were like powerful narcotics. For the first time, a real fear began to creep into his sciousness: the fear of losing trol over himself.

  Damián stretched out on the bed, frustrated with his earlier arrogance. He thought everything would be easy, that he could hahe situation without problems. Now, however, he desperately sought ways to break free from the mark and exorcise the thoughts and feelings that haunted him.

  Always introverted and hostile towards retionships, Damián had chosen to live an unventional life. He didn't want to feel attached to anything or anyone, fearing the sequehat emotional involvement could bring.

  Though he held high opinions of himself, he never believed the world to be perfect. He saw himself as a mae gun full of hurt, firing at everything and everyone, even the sun, and often suffering in silence.

  Despite never being ed with victories s of happiness, he tio roll the dice of life. It was a matter of kill or be killed, a mentality that had apanied him sihe moment Josh discovered his true identity as Damián.

  Whenever unwahoughts arose, he repeated to himself, "cel, cel, cel," like a mantra in his mind, seeking to blod erase any recolle or memory tied to his past.

  Life had reated him kindly, and he didn't see it as a fresh fme or an alchemical process of transformation. However, his determination and strength propelled him forward. He spent tless hours researg ws, remedies, and surgeries, expl every possibility in search of a solution. He knew he would have a decisive versation with Aster as soon as he had the opportunity.