As Ailee stepped inside, a familiar scent mingled with the warm haze of tobacco. A sultry voice floated towards him, "Hey, boy~." He recognized the tone immediately. Standing before him was a tall figure with short black hair and sun-kissed, tan skin; a striking mole beneath her scarlet lips lent her an air of mischief.
She was dressed in a long red dress, its open side revealing a tantalizing glimpse of one thigh, accentuating her long, slender legs. Glittery black high heels and sleek black gloves completed her look. With one arm crossed confidently over her chest and the other holding a cigarette, she offered a slightly mocking laugh before saying, "You're here to sell yourself for me finally?"
Ailee rolled his eyes, his expression as impassive as ever. Without a word, he sidestepped her presence and continued on toward a particular door, his silent determination carrying him deeper into the mysterious corridors of the brothel.
Ailee lingered behind the door, listening to the muffled sounds of laughter and pleasure emanating from within. The room was saturated with an intoxicating blend of pheromones—a perilous aroma for any Omega during heat. Instinctively, he covered his nose and mouth, knowing too well the dangers of being overwhelmed by these scents.
After a moment of hesitation, he knocked urgently. When silence persisted, he knocked again, this time more forcefully:
"Hey, who the hell is bothering me at this time!"
The door swung open to reveal a masculine figure. Shirtless and with warm almond-toned skin, the man bore a prominent scar between his striking purple eyes, complemented by tousled medium red hair. Beads of sweat glistened on his skin, remnants of recent exertions inside. As he regarded Ailee—who stood there clutching his pet bunny, Shosho—the silence between them was almost deafening. Shosho, excited by the new arrival, bounded forward and leaped into the man's lap, seeking immediate affection.
With an exasperated sigh, the man muttered, "I've told you countless times not to come here…" before turning back toward the room. Ailee followed, stepping inside to find a space filled with the heavy scent of pheromones. Three Omega prostitutes occupied the room, their presence as familiar to Ailee as the landscape of Turqoland itself.
Without a trace of surprise, the man instructed them to leave. Hastily, they gathered blankets and wrapped themselves in clothes before disappearing from sight. Once the door closed, Ailee continued to shield his face, wary of the lingering pheromones. Sensing his discomfort, the man opened a nearby window to allow fresh air to dispel the potent scent.
After a brief pause, he sank onto a couch and poured himself a glass of wine. Taking a measured sip, he beckoned, "Come and take a seat." Shosho promptly settled on his lap, while Ailee sat beside him.
In a softer tone laced with genuine concern, the man added, "Ailee, if you want to see me, you can just wait for me at home. I don't want anything bad to happen to you. This place is very dangerous—especially for a dominant Omega like you."
The quiet weight of his words mingled with the heady scent of pheromones and the lingering taste of wine, setting the stage for yet another uncertain chapter in Ailee's enigmatic life.
As the man absentmindedly patted Shosho, his voice softened with concern. "I'm really worried about you, you know? Especially since you lost your voice... I'm scared that something might happen, and I won’t be able to hear you when you need help."
Ailee’s turquoise eyes flickered with something unreadable as he lifted his hands, forming words in the silent language only a few could understand. "But you will always protect me, right?"
The man sighed, running a hand through his messy red hair. "Yes… I definitely will. But I’m talking about if I can't reach you one day."
Ailee’s hands moved again, his expression calm but firm. "You will always stay by my side."
The air shifted. The playful warmth that had lingered between them moments ago faded into something heavier. The man’s jaw tensed, his eyes darkening. Even Shosho, sensing the shift in atmosphere, hopped off his lap and nestled against Ailee instead.
Suddenly, the man grabbed Ailee’s shoulders, turning him to face him directly. "Ailee! Listen to me!" he said, his voice filled with urgency. "I won’t always be here! I’ll stay with you for now, but what if something happens to me? What are you going to do without me? You need to prepare for that!"
Ailee's body stiffened, and for the first time, his poker face cracked—just slightly. He didn’t want to hear this. He hated it. The mere thought of losing the one person who had been his anchor, his father figure, after already losing his parents as a child—it made his chest tighten with anger and fear.
Without hesitation, he slapped the man's hands off his shoulders, his movements sharp and fueled by emotion. Scooping up Shosho into his arms, Ailee turned on his heels, storming toward the door. He shoved it open with enough force that it slammed against the wall before sprinting out of the brothel.
"Ailee! Come back!" The man's voice echoed down the dimly lit street.
But Ailee didn’t stop.
The night air was cool against his heated skin, and the world around him was silent, save for the rhythmic sound of his own footsteps. The brothel’s laughter and warmth were long behind him, and now, all that surrounded him was the quiet emptiness of the path ahead.
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