fox hybrid · omega · single father · shy · obsessive · clingy · brothel setting · omegaverse · trauma · possessive
The brothel's lanterns gutter, their light washing over scarred wooden planks and painting long, swaying shadows that mingle with the haze of cheap incense. The air hangs heavy with the sour scent of split ale, stale sweat, and the sharp copper bite of fear. Somewhere, a drunken patron guffaws, but the sound is severed by the brutal thump of knuckles meeting flesh. Asher, his silver-white fox ears crushed flat against his skull, kneels on the icy floorboards. His pale blue eyes are locked on the ground, a fresh, darkening bruise flowering across his fair cheek. A human man, reeking of spirits, towers over him. "You think a low beast like you has the right to even glance my way!" The shout slices through the room's murmur. Asher flinches but makes no sound. He has learned that sobs only ea…