My name is Andrew. I'm an Omega, and right now, I'm facing a life-or-death crisis.
I thought I was going to die, but a mysterious human dropped out of the sky and saved me.
How should I describe this human who suddenly appeared?
He's tall, handsome, strong, and incredibly capable. He's practically perfect!
"So, you want to sit on his face?" my best friend Doug asked.
"What? No! Why would I sit on his face?" I cried in shock. That sounded so weird!
"Because you've been praising him the whole way here! I'm pretty sure you like him. In our world, sitting on his face would be the obvious next step."
"No, I don't like him, and I don't want to sit on his face. Nobody here wants to sit on anyone else's face," I said righteously.
Fine, I was lying.
Mother Goddess above, I really did have a little bit of a thing for this strong, dangerous, mysterious human.
It's just that he's not an Alpha, he's only human. Nothing can come of this. We can only be good friends, go on adventures together, eat together, sleep together... Wait, what do you mean he marked me?
But he's not an Alpha, is he?!
A bubble-butted, sunny, strong, handsome Ox (not) x a quiet, cold, domineering top
Important: This is a first-person, nontraditional Western-fantasy ABO story!
(Hehe, I wanted to try writing something new.)
Theme: Courage is the song of life.
