He moved toward the door, intending to exit the room and leave the emotional turbulence behind.
Yet, just as his steps were about to carry him away, the blond Omega's touch seized his large palm.
In an unexpected twist, the blond locked their lips in a kiss.
It felt as light as a feather, but beneath the surface, Clyde could sense the profound emotion within the depths of Yves' wishful eyes.
"Come back to me, Clyde," Yves muttered as he released the Alpha's hand. "I will wait for you here."
The man would be dishonest if he claimed not to be tempted by Yves' impulsive kiss.
Despite the internal struggle, Clyde exhibited a great restraint, wearing a fake tough look as he decided to walk out of the master bedroom without saying a word.
As soon as the Alpha left, a chilling frost seemed to gradually encase Yves' face.
The once-warm features now wore the weight of crestfallen despair.