{Zhenya pov, omega verse au!}

I was trapped on this island, no way out that I've discovered yet.

I was laying in the large bed that was ridiculously expensive, damn zhenya, that psycho and his stupid riches.

I was bored out of my mind, there was nothing to do here.

I stood up, about to look for another way out when suddenly I felt an overwhelming feeling, my body suddenly heating up rapidly.

Shit, it can't be now!

I scrambled my pockets and the cabinets of the room for any suppressants, but there was none.

I'm screwed.

I had made a nest in the closet like a fucking fool, made out of zhenyas old sweaters/clothes.

It was damn embarrassing, but I was practically shameless right now.

I heard a door creak open, and when I looked up I saw Zhenya, staring at me from the doorway, looking slightly shocked.

He saw me like this, curled up in a pile of clothes, trembling, flushed, a mess.

"Fuck.. get out.."