My job is to help others find love. Biology, scent matches, or falling slowly into love, it doesn’t matter as long people make meaningful connections on their dates.
The best way to piss me off is to mess with love by twisting it. Emilia Richardson is holding the promise of love over impressionable young omegas, and I refuse to let that happen.
Just because I can’t ever fall in love doesn’t mean I can’t fight for it, right?
