Chapter 4 : An Omega, Interesting

The office was poorly illuminated, the sole source of light being the faint radiance from the city skyline through the expansive windows. The city, full of life and color, felt worlds apart from the stark, sterile environment inside. It was an arena of glass, shiny steel, and black leather—a realm of luxury, yet also seclusion. The aroma of high-end whiskey lingered in the atmosphere, mingling with the subtle scent of leather and paper, as if the room itself breathed a quiet authority.

A figure dressed in a dark suit occupied a sleek, shiny desk, gently swirling a glass of whiskey. The amber liquid reflected the light as it spun, casting back the soft glow of the city's neon lights. His expression was inscrutable, a flawless façade of tranquility that revealed none of his thoughts, yet his fingers moved in a rhythmic pattern, tracing the rim of the glass as if caught in a private melody.

Next to him stood a man whose presence demanded attention. Jin Hao, his face adorned with tattoos, his stare cold and relentless. The disparity between the two men could not have been more striking—Jin Hao, with his formidable stature and defined features, radiated raw intensity, while the figure beside him maintained a stillness, shrouded in an almost predatory calm.

"His memory. . . it's been erased," Jin Hao stated, his voice low, steady, and nearly obscured by the distant buzz of the city outside. His words floated like a breeze, gentle yet imbued with a quiet strength. "Just as you instructed, sir. "

A slight smile teased the edge of the figure's mouth, but it was devoid of warmth. His gaze remained locked on the city outside the glass—so distant, yet so near, as if it held the solutions he needed. The far-off roar of traffic, the soft whisper of voices below, appeared trivial. The cacophony of the world was silenced beneath the burden of his thoughts, his concentration as precise as a razor's edge.

The room, despite its chic, expensive furnishings, felt abruptly chillier. Jin Hao adjusted his stance, the tension between them intensifying. An awkward silence descended, prolonged and uncomfortable, stretching between them like a tightly drawn wire, poised to snap. The figure, recognizing the moment was ripe, disrupted the stillness.

"What type of substance did you use? " His voice, although still gentle, bore an edge. A minute sharpness now wove through the words, a curiosity concealing something more sinister.

Jin Hao offered a faint smirk, a mere movement of the lips that contained no trace of humor. His fingers grazed his coat pocket, the motion casual, yet there was an intentionality in how he retrieved the small vial. He drew it out and placed it carefully on the desk, the thick liquid inside swirling like dark magic.

"Voidthorn (1)," Jin Hao answered, his voice subdued, void of feeling. "It functions. . . extraordinarily well. He's already succumbed to its effects. "

The figure's eyes darted to the vial, then returned to Jin Hao. He reclined in his chair, his fingers tapping lightly on the desk as he absorbed the information. The glass of whiskey sat untouched now, overlooked, forsaken like the delicate equilibrium between the two men in the room.

"But there's something you weren't aware of, Young Master," Jin Hao persisted, his tone altering, becoming more purposeful. His words lingered in the atmosphere, akin to a challenge.

The figure's gaze zeroed in on him, now sharp and intent, slicing through the air like a knife. His lips twitched slightly, a small, menacing smile emerging.

"Proceed. "

Jin Hao paused for a brief instant, perceiving the shift in the atmosphere. He couldn't fully decipher the figure, but the change in energy was evident. His voice stayed steady, yet there was a hint of uncertainty now, a brief disquiet. He was aware of the repercussions of this disclosure.

"He's no longer a Beta," Jin Hao stated, his voice holding a weight that seemed to chill the temperature in the room. "Sir. . . he's now an Omega. "

The words lingered in the air, thickening the silence. The figure's face remained inscrutable for a considerable time, but the alteration in his eyes was undeniable. The air around him appeared to grow denser, the room suddenly constricting. His hand tightened on the edge of the desk, the faint sound of his knuckles cracking breaking the stillness.

The tension escalated, an invisible storm brewing, and Jin Hao understood it was wiser to remain silent. He sensed the room contracting around them, the quiet now more pronounced than any spoken words. The city outside the windows murmured distantly, a muted pulse that only intensified the discomfort in the room.

Then, with a sudden crack, the figure's hand struck down on the desk. The whiskey glass splintered, its liquid flowing across the floor in a surge of amber fluid, mingling with the broken glass. The sound of the shattered glass echoed throughout the space, cutting through the tension like gunfire.

The figure's expression contorted into something more sinister, a wild edge creeping into his demeanor. His lips parted slightly, releasing a breath that nearly resembled a snarl.

"An Omega? " His voice was deep, saturated with a blend of disbelief and something far more perilous. His words lingered in the atmosphere, thick with an unsettling energy. "How. . . intriguing. "

Jin Hao stepped back cautiously, his gaze darting momentarily to the broken glass on the floor. The transformation was impossible to disregard. The stifling tension in the air appeared to manifest physically, wrapping around the room like a vice. His heart raced as the gravity of the figure's reaction pressed down on him. He stayed silent, aware that speaking would do little to alleviate the storm building before him.

The figure's gaze remained fixed on him as he leaned forward, his eyes shining with an insane intensity. His voice softened, nearing a whisper, yet it dripped with malice.

"This isn't merely some. . . twist of fate. " He halted, his words spreading through the room like poison. "This marks the inception of something. . . significantly more perilous. "

Jin Hao stood motionless, his face revealing none of the inner chaos he experienced. The figure's presence felt more potent, almost magnetic. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation, as if everything that had preceded was just a prologue to what was about to happen.

The figure slowly rotated in his chair, his gaze combing over the cityscape once again. The gentle drumming of his fingers on the desk was the sole sound that remained, a beat that resonated in Jin Hao's chest.

After an extended silence, the figure's voice broke through the stillness once more, now laced with dark amusement.

"We'll see how long he can keep up this little charade," he remarked, his tone low, nearly a whisper. "Sooner or later, he will have no option but to accept what he is. "

Jin Hao remained quiet, his anxiety amplifying with every utterance. He perceived the air around them thickening, the room constricting around him. The figure's presence grew increasingly overwhelming, akin to a dark tempest on the verge of breaking.

With one last look at Jin Hao, the figure reclined in his chair, the slightest hint of a smile gracing his lips. He appeared nearly relaxed at that moment, as if the disclosure had amused him in some way.

"Why don't we wait, shall we? " His tone was casual, teasing, yet there was a shadow hiding underneath, a hint of something much more malevolent.

Jin Hao responded with a rigid nod, his mind racing. The tempest had started, and there was no reversing course now.

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1. Voidthorn : A sharp dangerous substance that leaves emptiness in its wake ( does not exist its made by me )

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