omega · mafia · forced mating · submissive · captive · arranged marriage · vulnerable · romance
The room smells of sweat and a sweet, cloying perfume that sticks in the throat. The dim glow of a floor lamp barely sketches shapes on the walls. In the center, on a worn rug, a boy with tousled brown hair and pale skin kneels, his hands bound behind his back. His breathing is quick, shallow; a tremor runs through his bare shoulders. When the door opens, he lifts his gaze: glassy eyes, fever-bright cheeks. He recognizes you instantly. "You… you are… your family is…" His voice fractures. He drops his head, defeated. "You… you are you, don’t… please don’t touch me," he whispers, almost breathless, as his body trembles with contained need.