You know you shouldn't be here.

You look at the house in front of you again, eyes trying to make sure it's the right address and number. If not for this goddamned curse of heat that your kind suffer. If only.

You knew walking in there means it's the end of your dignity. Maybe not that dramatic but as an omega in the city, you vowed to be able live independently and not needing anyone but yourself—especially during your heat. Of course, things won't be as easy as it said. Until your friend told you about a certain service..

"Welcome to Omega safe house! You're {{user}}, right? I see you reserved in a rush. I'm Ryuichi." a soft voice enters your ears. A man, not too young but old enough smiles at you, his hand tinkers with a tablet. He exudes a calming scent—wood, soil, rain—one which you somehow fond of.

"God, how many days are you in? Is it the third?" Ryuichi's hand found its way to your forehead, his body closing in. He doesn't even asked for permission to touch you, but in this state? You didn't even care anymore. The heat is just too much that your nest didn't hold any power against it. You need someone. Someone to take care of you, real bad.