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The crowd shifted, and Lando was moving again, leaving the omega lady with a playful wink. He cut through the throng with predatory grace, not towards Oscar, but towards the young group of young alpha lords, boisterous on beer and port, who cheered at his approach.
He was a creature of perfect adaptation. No one knew his secret. No one but Oscar.
(Oscar has been playing second-fiddle to Lando his whole life. Imagine his surprise, then, that the "perfect alpha heir" to House McLaren isn't an alpha at all.)
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Lando was late again, by exactly one minute.
Oscar glanced at his watch, then at him. “Late. We start tomorrow.”
That set Lando off immediately. He hissed under his breath, furious, but careful not to shout inside the library.
“By a fucking minute?!”
“Irresponsible,” Oscar said flatly, as if Lando’s outburst barely registered.
Or, Lando Norris, a fourth-year business management student and captain of the university’s soccer team, is one failure away from being benched, which could also jeopardize his graduation. Oscar Piastri, on the other hand, is a third-year medical student, top of his class, a certified nerd, and brilliant enough to tutor. A university scholar that tutors for the money.
Oscar is Lando’s tutor. Lando, used to getting away with everything, money, a stellar reputation, a name that opens doors, has never had to struggle to stay on top. Oscar despises people like him. He hates that someone can coast through life on charm and wealth while others, like him, have to work relentlessly for every scrap of success. Lando embodies everything Oscar loathes.
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As he speaks he moves one of his hands down from Jay's shoulder to wrap around his hip as if it's the most natural thing in the world. Ridiculous. This was the sort of faux pas that would make you the laughingstock of the Ton. But Tim didn’t know that. The man dealt with sick people and dead bodies all day, cocooned in a bubble of chopping and slicing and illness. In that moment Jay would have given anything to have traded places with him, to not feel as if Tim’s hand was a burning brand as much as it was a soft and gentle heat.
Tim teaches Jay how to dance. Jay has a realization.
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He momentarily blanked out at the sight he beheld. [...] The guy looked like a fucking runway model.
“What the fuck?” Robert whispered.Local “straight” man has an awakening at a downtown gay bar. More at ten.
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Erling sets on a journey to find a blacksmith to fix his broken axe before he's ambushed by another god. Destiny leads him to Jude, who is god himself, and brings them closer. Jude fixes the axe and it ends up saving him from another milenia of being used to produce immortality ale for entitled gods.
Or Erling is god killer and Jude is Goibniu