Dasse answered his cousin:

— Concern yourself more with your personal life.

They stepped out onto a spacious, glass-enclosed veranda. Beyond the large windows, the moon shone brightly against the deep black sky, casting a magical silver glow over the healthy hibiscus bushes. Runour scratched his slightly crooked nose (a souvenir from a tangle with several alphas) and sighed:

— I'm a romantic! I'm searching for the one, with a unique scent... Those prostitutes are not what I want.

Dasse smirked once again. Personally, he didn't particularly believe in love at first sight; or rather, at first scent. Of course, many spoke of it, but Dasse, accustomed to trusting only his eyes, had never encountered such couples in his life. And the idea that he could be the person who met the chosen one did not even occur to him.

Cousins focused on inspecting the house. The servants were already asleep, as were the owners. After giving instructions to their subordinates and thoroughly checking everything, the guys headed to their rooms. Silently passing by the Etienne's office, where a warm lamplight still glowed, they heard another heavy sigh. Dasse quickened his pace. Runour shook his head. Whispered quietly:

— You've got complexes like ants in an anthill.

— Better think about work, — coolly replied Dasse when they reached their rooms, — tomorrow is a tough day, the first suitors are arriving. Everything in the house must be perfect.

— Yes, yes, — Runour waved his hand nonchalantly, smirking smugly, — just don't expect me before dawn — I have very… pleasant plans for tonight.

Dasse sighed. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy towards his brother's romantic escapades. Such behavior was encouraged among the alphas, but for omegas, it could lead to numerous problems in the future, even rendering them unmarriageable. Although Dasse had no intention of starting a family himself—the only person he envisioned in that role was currently seated in a large leather chair, selecting a life partner from the most beautiful omegas in the country.

— Well then, goodnight to you, and don't forget the condoms, hero, — Dasse murmured, biting his lip as he closed the door and stepped into his room. He quickly shed his clothes, rinsed off under the cool shower, and then flopped onto his bed, its sheets adorned with a pattern of cheerful blue ships. His thoughts involuntarily drifted to Étienne. The young man's cheeks flushed. He had looked at him today. The direct gaze of those stunning dark eyes had set his heart ablaze. His memory obligingly replayed all those precious moments when they had crossed paths with the second son of the Rutias family.

Etienne, still a mere child, cautiously takes his hand and leads him across the broad chasm. Now, he's a schoolboy, smiling gratefully for Dasse's leniency in allowing him to copy his homework. And here he is, grown, looking astonished as he emerges naked from the bath, encountering the petrified Dasse, who has arrived with a report. Oh, how many times Dasse would later recall that perfect physique in his fantasies, caressing himself! The broad, powerful chest, the brown nipples, the torso like a grid of cubes, the curls of brown hair, and the robust, thick member that beckoned so enticingly. And Étienne's lips, how sweet they were! Dasse experienced their sweetness purely by chance: a month ago, when Dasse took two days off for a procedure to eliminate his fragrance, Étienne, either overly joyous or overly tormented by his impending marriage, became heavily intoxicated. Dasse was just heading to the infirmary, having released his natural scent (the procedure required a day of passing by, exuding his natural fragrance), when Runour called and quickly explained the situation.

Ultimately, several individuals from the Yellow Gazette were neutralized, laden with cameras, and punches were delivered to the faces of a few violent troublemakers. They managed to diffuse a brewing conflict between two prestigious families and attempted to bring Étienne to his senses. However, the second son refused to behave rationally, embracing two handsome dancers with glee and passion right on the dance floor. Then, something unimaginable occurred: Étienne sniffed around and suddenly lunged at Dasse, passionately locking lips with him in a fervent kiss. Dasse was so shocked that his legs nearly gave way. Young Mr. Rutias was similarly unsteady, buffeted like a barge in a strong wind. In the end, they tumbled onto some bystanders, nearly inciting a brawl with their actions.

When Runour, who did not notice the reason for the fall, intelligibly and graphically conducted a constructive dialogue with several alphas with his fists, Dasse somehow came to his senses. Meanwhile, the vivacious Etienne was already dancing with those handsome omegas and clearly intended to continue the acquaintance in a more intimate setting, which he later did.

To be honest, Dasse couldn't remember how he got to the house and the infirmary. Everything was a blur. But he could still feel Etienne's wild arousal against his thigh, the intoxicating sweet smell, strong and confident hands clasping his buttocks possessively... Dasse watched Etienne and his two beauties walk away, feeling an unexpected, insane jealousy of him. And one is not enough — two at the same time! And he kisses just as passionately, sweetly. Impatiently caressing the excited body, deliberately touching the most sensitive places. Kisses slide down his bare back, nibbling on sensitive skin, and the thin strip of hair between his shoulder blades stands on end with excitement. Energetically, impatiently, passionately. And Dasse seems to die of happiness when the hot seed fills him completely.

— Ah, baby!

 And Dasse turns to kiss his beloved, only to fall off the bed, inadvertently taking the sheet with the ship pattern with him. The glossy wooden parquet quickly brought the omega back from dreams to reality. Birds chirped outside, and the tender blue dawn sky promised a good day.   

— A good day it clearly isn't for me, — Dasse grumpily thought, getting up from the floor and rubbing his bruised backside. The wet underwear unpleasantly clung to his body. Dasse sighed defeatedly. Dreams are just dreams—they dissolve as if nothing had happened, but unfortunately, real-life matters do not possess such a quality.