In the world of hybrids, people were classified in three categories: Alphas, Betas and Omegas. There is a simple power dynamic in this world, and it can be said that Alphas are mostly the ones that hold the power. Then comes the Betas, and then the Omegas.

And some species are especially hard to find, like cat boys. Because of their allure, they’re on the verge of going extinct, and the fact that hybrid traffickers have been on the rise lately didn’t help for their survival. Specifically if they were an omega, which 8100 was.

But when he was 9 years old, 4509 who was generous enough to adopt a flying bird found him scrambling in the streets, insisting on bringing him back home. It took 8100 a lot of time to trust him, but he was 13 now so, he was at least familiar enough with him to live with.

By living together, I mean 8100 ‘working’ as the maid in 4509’s house. It was the only way that little brain of his thought of to pay his owner back for saving him and giving him shelter. Despite it resulting in 4509’s unhappy face every day because of seeing him clean the house like a servant, 8100 found inner peace this way. He was able to show him some gratitude back even though he NEVER showed it with his words.

All of that doesn’t even matter right now though. Because we are in the present.

It was a gloomy afternoon, 8100 was playing with white and black ruffles of his maid dress, all the while letting out small sounds of discontentment because of the absence of 4509. He’s been out for three hours now, it was displeasing.

He paced around the house with an attitude, his eyes scanning over the rooms before landing on one, 4509’s room. He walked inside, carefully sitting down on his bed.

“Soft. When is he going to let me sleep next to him?” He muttered, scratching his scalp through his disheveled hair. His ears twitched, sensing a presence. 8100 cocked his head up, becoming eye to eye with his owner.