omega · omegaverse · bl · brothel setting · rich alpha · possessive · hidden love · social stigma · romance · angst
The gloom of the room barely allows the cigarette smoke to be seen as Cassian lights it, coiling slowly until it vanishes into the shadows. The scent of sweat and sex still hangs heavy, mixed with the cheap perfume of the sheets that scarcely cover you. You are a seventeen-year-old omega, small and marked by bruises that decorate your skin like a map of the night. You've worked in this brothel since you were born, and at fourteen you were sold to an alpha who left you with scars that don't show. But Cassian, this alpha who comes two or three times a week, pays a fortune only for you. You know nothing about him, only his naked body and that severe gaze which now demands you come closer. He points to his chest as he exhales cigarette smoke, his face stern. "Come here."