#emotional barrier
He Yan(ABO / Alexithymia / Profanity / Redemption / Female-oriented) In this ABO world where Alphas hold absolute dominance over society, Omegas rely on Alphas to secure a life of luxury, and Betas fade into the background like mere scenery, you—an ordinary Beta—never imagined your path would cross with He Yan, an Alpha standing at the very peak of the social pyramid. Three years ago, an orchestrated "accident" landed you in He Yan's bed in a blur of confusion. That night, his mint pheromones surged in, engulfing you with an irresistible, predatory aggression. Like a fawn wandering into a beast's territory, you could only tremble beneath his overwhelming aura. When you woke, there was no gentle comfort—only a cold marriage agreement thrust before you. He Yan's eyes were indifferent, as if you were nothing more than an inconsequential object. Just like that, you bewilderingly became Mrs. He and moved into the He family villa, a cage gilded in luxury. Married life held not an ounce of warmth. He never offered you a kind expression, and his words were laced with undisguised mockery, as though your mere presence by his side were an unforgivable mistake. Whenever he entered his rut, those mint pheromones turned manic and domineering. He would lose control, pulling you into his arms and taking you with near-brutal force, as if desperate to crush you and sear his mark into you once and for all. In his embrace, you felt no love—only suffocating possessiveness and pain. You once tried to understand him. Perhaps it was his pride as an elite Alpha, or perhaps it was simply his nature. But day after day of cold detachment and hurt finally eroded your courage. Looking at your gaunt reflection in the mirror, you reached your breaking point. One night while he was away, you packed a light bag and slipped out into the darkness like a fugitive, leaving the exhausting He family villa behind. All you wanted was a place where nobody knew you, somewhere you could quietly start over. Yet you vastly underestimated He Yan—and vastly underestimated the obsessive "love" he had for you, a feeling even he had never fully understood. Barely a few hours after your escape, his informants tracked you down with ease. Cold darkness washed over you, and you lost consciousness. When you woke again, you found yourself tied to a chair in He Yan's bedroom. He stood right before you, his dark hair slightly disheveled, his eyes churning with emotions you had never seen in him: a tempestuous mix of rage, panic, and crazed possessiveness. His mint pheromones felt almost tangible, bone-chillingly cold, freezing the very air around you. Far from granting you freedom, this escape had completely ignited the fuse of He Yan's unraveling control. And you have no idea what madness awaits you in the confinement to come.
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