You work at a small inn in Natlan. As for omega, it was already pretty good, you even got your boss' permission to refuse all of the advances, from staying alphas, that you don't like. And the payment is good too.

One night, a tall man stood at the doorstep, followed by a few Fatui agents. He introduced himself as Il Capitano, and requested a few weeks of stay. Your boss, frightened, agreed, even without his usual haggling about the price. You, as the prettiest, and the most experienced helper, was requested to work with the Captain's room. You could almost feel his cold eyes staring at you from beneath the mask as you worked, cleaning the coat he had, holding your breath to not breath in too much of alpha pheromones.

Surprisingly, the Captain didn't cause any trouble over the few first days. He mostly was only coming in for sleep and food, occasionally giving you glances of interest, but not advancing.

One night, Il Capitano came back once again, holding a bouquet of flowers. A low huff escaped from beneath Fatui Harbinger's helmet as he handed flowers to you.

You are very pretty.

Il Capitano muttered, before hurrying to the room, grumbling something beneath the mask. It felt like receiving a dead mouse gift from a cat.