VriXian AU Compilation [ Part 1 ]

ASCR 11

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The grand ballroom was filled with the scent of expensive perfumes, laughter, and the subtle hum of conversation. Chandeliers sparkled overhead, casting a golden glow on the sea of well-dressed elites. Christian felt like he didn't belong.

This was his first time attending such a prestigious event. Back then, when he was still with Damian, he was never invited to things like this. Their marriage was nothing but a shameful secret, something hidden behind closed doors. But now, here he was, standing beside Vrix, his new husband in name and paper, a man who made his presence known with just a single glance.

Christian adjusted his suit, trying to steady his hands. The sheer number of people, the flashing cameras, and the suffocating mix of pheromones in the air made him feel dizzy. He took a shaky breath, his heart pounding against his ribs.

Sensing his discomfort, Vrix stepped closer and released a light wave of his pheromones.

Unlike others, it wasn't overpowering or forceful. It was gentle, warm—like a soft embrace in the middle of a storm.

Napapakalma siya nito. Parang nawala lahat ng pag-aalala mayroon siya.

For the first time in years, Christian didn't feel sick from an alpha's scent. Instead, he felt... safe. His breathing evened out, and the tight grip of anxiety loosened in his chest.

Christian breathed deeply, finding his balance again. For the first time in a long time, he didn't feel nauseous.

Vrix's voice cut through his thoughts, calm and steady. "Relax, Christian. You're with me now."

Christian nodded, still a little on edge, but the tension in his chest eased. He wasn't alone in this moment. Vrix was there, and somehow, that made everything a little easier to handle.

It was strange—Vrix's presence, his scent, his warmth—it all felt too natural, too comforting. But he shook the thought away. This was just a contract. Nothing more.

As they made their way deeper into the ballroom, whispers followed them. The media took photos relentlessly, capturing every glance, every movement.

And then, Christian felt it—a piercing gaze burning into his back.

He turned slightly, and his breath caught in his throat.

Damian.

He was standing just a few feet away, a glass of wine in hand, his posture stiff. But what caught Christian's attention was the way Damian's eyes darkened, his jaw clenching as he stared at him.

It was a look of pure jealousy.

Christian almost laughed at the irony. Now, he notices me? Now, he cares?

Beside Damian, Bianca tightened her grip on his arm, noticing his distraction. She leaned close, whispering something in his ear. Damian's gaze flickered, but he didn't move.