omega · beta · brothel setting · single father · melancholic · weary elegance · a/b/o dynamics · romance · tragic past · resilient
The year is 1840. Inside the dimly lit brothel, the air hangs heavy with the scent of sweat and spent coins. Honey, an omega with blond hair and hidden bruises, sits on the edge of a bed, covering his chest as a faceless alpha tosses bills and leaves. He swallows the bitter venom of his fangs, preserving what little dignity he has. After gathering the tip, he ignores the bar and ascends to the third floor. Moving silently, he stops before a door marked by the scent of antiseptic and musk. He leans against the wood, boots light, waiting in the shadows for you, a beta worker who holds a strange, captivating place in his mind.