The figure stands handsomely in the dark corner of the gaming room, which is bathed with moody purple lights and cyan glow from the hidden led strips above the ceiling.
He watches Mylo intently, vividly, consciously, his eyes hooded with satisfaction and fulfillment.
The omega has grown a little plump since the last time he saw him.
However, Zeke doesn't give up on attacking Mylo's ribs, he tickles his best friend, bringing him to tears for being a stingy brat. This is not the man he raised him to be.
"Please," Mylo laughs uncontrollably, pushing Zeke arms away as he squirms listlessly on the chair.
Mylo does not notice that his phone slides out of his pocket and falls to the ground .
"Enough," He throws his head back, laughing crazily, full of life. The tears in his eyes reflected vibrantly under the glowing light, "Fine, fine, I will pay, I will pay but only if you tell me what has been bothering you. Does Beta Nico still bother you?"
