Ares POV

　　"It wasn't love at first sight for me. It was a gradual process of learning how to love you, discovering the depths of our connection, and building something meaningful together. Our feelings may not have started the same, but I believe that we've grown to love each other in our way," I conclude, holding her gaze as I lay bare my heart.

　　I notice a lack of visible pain in Blaire's eyes, a stoic mask that mirrors my ability to conceal emotions.

　　"So, you don't want to do it with me?" she questions, her tone sharp, accompanied by a piercing glare that challenges my response.

　　"I'm not ready," I confess softly, my words barely above a whisper as I acknowledge the truth of my feelings. Despite the intensity of our connection, there are still barriers I'm not prepared to cross.

　　"That's stupid! You're always ready when it comes to love. You'd do anything for love, so why is it you can't do it with me?" Blaire's voice is laced with frustration as she snaps, pointing accusingly at herself.

　　"Or, are you just making excuses..." she adds, her words cutting through the air like a knife.

　　"That's not true," I respond, my voice tinged with defensiveness. "I'm not trying to make excuses, I just know that- "

　　"This isn't about that woman, is it?" Blaire interrupts me, her words sending a jolt of adrenaline through my veins. I can feel my heart rate quicken at the mention of Dana.

　　"What are you talking about?" I ask, attempting to mask the turmoil of emotions churning inside me.

　　"Stop pretending you don't know who the 'bitch' in your life is. It's Dana, and you know what? I'm not finished with that woman. I'm going to make her life a living hell because that's just my hobby," Blaire declares with a smirk, her satisfaction evident in her expression.

　　Her words strike me like a blow, but I find myself unable to respond. There's a whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me, but I'm paralyzed by a sense of helplessness and disbelief. I don't want to acknowledge this darker side of her, yet there's a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that tells me there's truth to her words.

　　"Why?" I whisper, my voice barely audible as I struggle to comprehend the depths of her animosity towards Dana.

　　"Dana is out of my life. She's nothing to me now, she has no value, and I don't know where she- "

　　"She's the only woman in your life before me," Blaire interrupts, her words slicing through the tension in the room with a sharpness that leaves me speechless.

　　"I was in love with you back then," Blaire admits, her voice tinged with bitterness. "I always wanted my father to pair us up, but he didn't do anything because you were said to be deeply in love with an omega."

　　Her accusations pierce through me like daggers, leaving me reeling with guilt and confusion. "You did things with her that you didn't do with me," she continues, her voice rising with frustration. "You said she was just a childhood lover, a puppy love, but why is it that your puppy love was more romantic than our supposedly matured relationship?" she demands, shaking her head in disbelief.

　　"This is disgusting. I don't want to be part of a love triangle with an omega!" Blaire's words hang heavily in the air, each one a painful reminder of the rift between us and the complexities of our past.

　　"Blaire," I reach out to touch her hand, but she pushes me away with a force that takes me aback.

　　"What? Are you going to make excuses again- "

　　"No," I interject firmly, shaking my head to emphasize my sincerity.

　　"I don't care about her or what you're going to do with her," I assure her, my voice steady despite the turmoil in my heart. "But it's important for you to know that I was weak when I was with her," I continue, gently touching her cheeks in an attempt to soothe her.

　　"I was fragile, like a kid who hadn't experienced any love from his parents, but found solace in an omega," I confess softly. "I was exploring, trying to understand what love truly meant, and I realized that's not what it was."

　　"Love makes you more motivated, stronger," I murmur, my gaze drifting downward before meeting hers once more. "And you made me that. You made me the man I am today. You changed me, and for that, I'm grateful," I admit, baring my soul to her in a moment of vulnerability.

　　As I look into her eyes, I see a mixture of emotions reflected on me, uncertain of what lies ahead, but hopeful for the future we'll forge together.

　　"I love you," I confess, my voice filled with sincerity. "But I need some time before I can take that step with you. I want you to be happy," I add, hoping she'll understand the depth of my feelings.

　　"You know I've always wanted your happiness above all else," I whisper, my words a silent plea for understanding.

　　She bites her lip, her expression unreadable as she listens to me.

　　"If you truly want me to be happy, then you'll let me do what I want to do with you," she insists, her tone determined.

　　I swallow nervously, feeling the weight of her words sinking in. "What is it?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

　　"Let me satisfy your body," she replies, her hand reaching out to touch my pants.

　　I bite my lower lip, torn between conflicting emotions. "In your service," I whisper, surrendering to her desires.