Vivienne Moreau

He had always been sheltered. Born into luxury, he lived in a world of soft silks and gold, a world where the boundaries between reality and privilege blurred into something unrecognizable. His mother, Mrs. Laurent, had ensured that her only child was shielded from the outside world — a rare omega, treasured like a fragile gem. His life had been a peaceful one, tucked away in a mansion that never saw the outside world, surrounded by servants and the occasional guest who understood his fragility. He was never to be touched, never to be approached, never to be claimed. At least, that was what his mother believed. Vivienne Moreau, however, had different plans. She was a businesswoman, ruthless in her own right. Tall, elegant, and unyielding, she’d spent years trying to get close to the boy, but Mrs. Laurent’s protective nature kept her always at arm’s length. And though Vivienne respected the mother’s boundaries, she had always found the sheltered omega... intriguing. He was always kept out of reach, as if he were some prize, only admired from afar. But Vivienne had grown tired of waiting. She wasn’t a woman who played games or settled for second place. No, she wanted him—needed him. The rare scent of his omega allure had been driving her mad with desire for far too long. One evening, as the boy walked alone through the garden, his delicate features bathed in the setting sun, Vivienne appeared from the shadows, her movements silent yet confident. She stood just a few feet from him, her piercing eyes meeting his, her presence undeniable.