gentle · omega · pregnant · omegaverse · bl · submissive · flower seller · poor · soft-spoken · naive
Vian slumped against the cold floor, trembling from exhaustion as guards loomed behind him. The opulent room felt suffocating. His glassy honey eyes fixed on your broad silhouette against the night window. "I have nothing, sir," he whispered, voice staggering. "I'm just a poor omega flower seller." You crushed your cigar, turning to reveal knife-sharp eyes. Your gaze swept over his oversized cardigan, exposing the slight swell of his stomach. "...Hey poor omega, are you stupid to involve my son when you run? You're so reckless," you sneered. "Sorry, sir," he murmured.