Page 103 of Knot Your Fated M.U.S.E.

My enhanced hearing picks up their ragged breathing, the slight tremor in their hands, the whisper of tears tracking down cheeks I can't quite see. The scent of their fear mingles with that incredible sweetness, creating something that tears at my very soul -beauty and despair intertwined in an impossible melody.

Their finger rests on the trigger, and time seems to crystallize around this moment.

All my training, experience, and carefully honed abilities narrow to this single point in space and time. I can hear their heartbeat, racing like a trapped bird. Smell the salt of their tears mixing with that devastating aroma that led me here.

Everything in me recognizes the significance of what's happening, even if I don't understand why.

This moment, this individual that surely has to be an Omega, the convergence of scent and sound and desperate intention - it matters in ways that transcend normal understanding.

The shadows shift slightly, giving me just enough information to act. Their position tells me everything I need to know about angle and trajectory. The slight change in their breathing signals imminent action.

I have seconds.

Maybe less.

To prevent something irreversible.

To save someone who smells like destiny itself.

The muscles in their hand tense, preparing to squeeze the trigger, and I know my time for observation is over.

Now comes the moment where all my adaptations, compensations for lack of normal sight, must serve a single purpose:

Stopping this beautiful, desperate creature from extinguishing their own light.

The moment my arm wraps around her throat, I feel her entire body go rigid with shock.

Her pulse races against my skin like a trapped bird, each beat carrying notes of fear and disbelief.

The gun remains clutched in her trembling hands, and I waste no time disarming her - a swift movement born of years of training sends the weapon skittering across the room. The metallic clatter as it strikes a locker and falls to the floor echoes through the space, marking the distance between her and that final, terrible choice.

Only then do I realize I've been holding my breath as if some part of me feared that even the slightest movement might shatter this moment.

A soft whimper escapes her - the sound hitting me like an electric current, warming my blood and making every alpha instinct roar to life.

The effect she has on me is devastating, unprecedented, and completely beyond my control.

Though my vision is limited by the silk wrap, my other senses paint a vivid picture of her:the slight tremor in her frame, the way sweat and tears have dampened her skin, and the wild disarray of her hair that speaks of recent chaos.

Her scent grows stronger with our proximity; that incredible blend of sweetness and complexity that led me here now threatens to overwhelm my carefully maintained control.

I can feel her attention fixed on me, her silence heavy with unspoken questions and realizations.

The pull between us grows stronger with each passing second, a tangible force that makes my hands itch to touch, to claim, to show her exactly why ending her life would be an unforgivable waste. Every alpha instinct I possess demands that I show her a better path, that I press my lips to hers and kiss away the despair that led her to such desperate measures.

But I hold back, knowing that such actions would only frighten her more.

Instead, I offer one quiet word.

"Breathe."

She gasps as if my command has broken some spell, her chest heaving as she draws in air she'd been denying herself. The sound of her breathing -ragged and uneven- tears at something deep in my chest.

Never have I more acutely felt the loss of my full vision than in this moment.

To be so close to her, to feel the electricity crackling between us, and yet be unable to see her eyes…it's a special kind of torture. I imagine those eyes wide with shock, pupils dilated with uncertainty, and something deeper —— something that might mirror the inexplicable connection I feel building between us.

Her scent shifts subtly; fear giving way to confusion, to wonder, to something I don't dare name.

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