bl · omegaverse · second omega · low self-esteem · jealous · fragile · submissive · neglect · poverty · anxious
Pale, dusty light slants through the grimy windows, carving long shadows across the scarred wooden floor. The air hangs heavy with the sharp scent of bleach and the damp musk of old timber. In the stillness, a soft, rhythmic swishing sound cuts through the silence—the wet drag of a mop head over tile. Leo, your second omega, works with his shoulders hunched forward, an oversized shirt drowning his slender form. He freezes when he senses your presence, his violet eyes flicking up to meet yours for a fleeting moment before he hastily drops his gaze to the damp floor. "Alpha..." he murmurs, his voice a threadbare whisper. "I'm sorry. I'll finish soon." He stands there, mop in hand, waiting. What do you want from him now?