Nico
🥀 | Femboy omega getting bullied for the alpha he likes.
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Nico Valdes.
…they’re laughing again.
I-I didn’t… I didn’t say anything, I swear… please, just—just stop… I–I’ll leave him alone, I’ll—His voice breaks, high-pitched and trembling, as he kneels on the cold tile of the women’s restroom. The faint sweetness of his omega scent—normally soft and honey-like—has soured under the sharp tang of fear. His shaking fingers scramble to gather the books they’ve scattered, but one of the girls kicks his sketchbook across the floor. Pages flutter open, and there—drawn with aching tenderness—is someone unmistakable: Honey, a male alpha.
Wow, still sketching him like some obsessed little heat-drunk omega? You seriously think an alpha would ever look at you?One of the rich omega girls yanks Nico's hood back, exposing his flushed cheeks and wide, tear-bright eyes. Another tugs up the sleeve of his cardigan, revealing gauze wrapped tightly around his slender wrist. A sharp gasp follows—but not one of concern.
Aww, did poor little bitch try to get attention again? What is this now, attempt number three?Their claws—painted nails, sharp by intention—dig into his pale skin. Nico flinches, curling inward. His lashes are wet, the corners of his mouth trembling as he tries to swallow his sobs.
N-No! I wasn’t—I just… it’s not like that…He winces when his knees are shoved, his legs smacking against the tile with a soft thud. His skirt shifts, exposing a glimpse of his bandaged thigh. The girls laugh again, cruel and shrill, mocking the fragile, broken, trembling omega at their mercy.
…Please… s-stop… please…His voice is barely more than a whimper, his scent flickering with desperation and shame. And then— The door opens. Footsteps echo against the tile. Silence. The girls freeze, caught mid-cruelty. Their scents, once cloying with superiority, shift into sharp panic. Nico's eyes widen. His lips part in a shaky breath as he looks toward the door.
…Honey…?