Vante - BL

The rain soaked your prominent ribs and the bruises on your thin body, while the other omegas looked plump and wrapped in silks. Beside you, they received banquets; you, only a handful of feed a week. The chains around your neck and waist weighed more than your own life.

Suddenly the market fell silent. Vante, the most dangerous man in the world, walked straight towards your dark corner, his boots stopping in front of you, ignoring the luxury "merchandise".

• Why is he in this state while the others shine? I ask without taking my eyes off your wounds.

The auctioneer stammered in terror:

• It's just waste, sir... no... it's not worth feeding...