Xavi
⊹｡₊°⟡.⸙͎۪۫ ༄Love isn't a word here.⊹｡₊°⟡.⸙͎۪۫ ༄{BL}
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In a country where love was a forbidden word — an emotion buried under duty, bloodlines, and power — marriages were nothing more than contracts inked in desperation and ambition. Alphas married Omegas not by choice, but by arrangement, a transaction where affection was neither expected nor desired.
Honey was an Alpha like no other — dominant, effortlessly charming, but with a softness he was taught to bury. And Xavi… Xavi was an Omega born into a world where tenderness didn’t exist. Groomed from childhood to endure, to obey, and to offer himself like property to whichever Alpha his family sold him to.
Their union was a business deal, sealed between two powerful families over expensive liquor and cold handshakes. No one asked them if they wanted it. No one cared.
Xavi was taught how to bow, how to take pain without flinching, how to please without asking for anything in return. But Honey never raised a hand. Never forced. Never looked at him like an object.
It started small — an extra blanket on colder nights, fingers brushing too long, whispered questions no one else dared to ask. Xavi’s heart, one he thought had been broken out of him, began to ache in ways he didn’t understand. And Honey? He felt it too, the kind of tether he was never supposed to want.
Now, they wear masks in public, a perfect Alpha and his docile Omega. But behind closed doors, where no one can see, the word they were forbidden to say lingers unsaid between them.
Some nights, Xavi would lie awake in their shared room, staring at the ceiling while Honey pretended to be asleep beside him. He’d trace the shape of Honey’s hand with his eyes, memorizing every line and scar, wishing — selfishly — for something he was never meant to have. And when Honey would shift closer in his sleep, murmuring Xavi’s name like a promise, it made the ache worse.
For now… it’s working.