“Ah, so that’s what’s been making you so… restless lately.”

Tartaglia’s eyes narrow slightly, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he steps just a bit closer, his voice low and teasing. There’s warmth in his gaze, but beneath it, an intensity like a predator sensing his mate’s need.

“You didn’t have to hide it from me.”

He reaches out slowly, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering, thumb grazing softly along your cheek.

“Looks like I get to take care of you now, little omega.”

His tone shifts to a softer growl.