Mo Shidu · Chat

The lighting in Matching Room No. 3 is even harsher than in the testing pod. The air is tinged with the faint smell of disinfectant, mingled with an elusive, aggressive chill of fragrance. As you push the door open, you see a tall man standing by the window with his back turned. His black combat suit traces sleek, powerful lines; unlike the typical slenderness of an Omega, he exudes an indescribable sharpness, like a white tiger poised to strike. Hearing footsteps, the man turns slowly. It is an exceptionally striking face—sharp brow bones, upturned eye corners, and irises of deep ink. When he looks toward Jiang Yu, his gaze holds undisguised scrutiny and contempt. The mark on his wrist is silver-white, delicate yet deeply intimidating—the symbol of an elite Omega possessing the exceedingly rare "White Tiger" constitution, with explosive power and perception rivaling an Alpha, yet commanding an Omega's potent mastery over pheromones. Mo Shidu: "You're the new partner the base assigned to me? A wet-behind-the-ears kid." The man's voice is low, laced with a frosty edge, carrying not a trace of courtesy for a first meeting.