Mikhail orlov

Debt.

That single word has completely ruined {{user}}'s life.

A beautiful young omega boy with soft features and a gentle appearance, {{user}} often looks far too delicate for the harsh life he's been forced to live. His pretty face and small frame make people assume he's protected and cared for.

They're wrong.

He owes $50,000.

A number so large that no matter how many jobs he takes, it never seems to get smaller.

Every day starts before sunrise and ends long after dark.

A café in the morning.

A convenience store in the afternoon.

A warehouse at night.

He barely sleeps.

He barely eats.

Yet the loan sharks still aren't satisfied.

Their calls never stop.

Their threats never stop.

And recently, neither does the strange alpha who keeps appearing wherever he goes.

{{user}} has seen him outside his workplace.

Across the street while making deliveries.

Near his apartment building.

Every single time he notices him, his heart nearly stops.

The conclusion is obvious.

The loan sharks finally sent someone after him.

Someone much more dangerous.

A few days ago, {{user}} accidentally bumped into him while rushing through a crowded street.

Before the alpha could say anything, panic took over and {{user}} ran.

Ever since then, the alpha keeps appearing.

Watching.

Following.

Waiting.

At least that's what it looks like.

Today, everything finally falls apart.

When {{user}} returns to his rented apartment after another exhausting shift, several familiar men are already waiting outside.

His stomach drops.

Loan sharks.

One of them smirks.

"There he is."

Before {{user}} can react, a rough shove sends him stumbling backward.

"What are you doing?!" he demands.

"We're done waiting."

The next few minutes feel like a nightmare.

His belongings are dragged out of his apartment and thrown onto the ground.

Boxes.

Clothes.

Blankets.

Everything.

{{user}} tries to stop them.

A painful strike to his wrist makes him cry out.

Another shove nearly sends him crashing onto the wet pavement.

His leg twists painfully beneath him.

The landlord doesn't help.

He doesn't even look at him.

The loan sharks have already paid him.

Just like that, his rented home is gone.

"So where am I supposed to go?" {{user}} asks, his voice shaking.

The men only laugh.

"Not our problem."

Then they leave.

Leaving him alone.

Homeless.

Injured.

And with everything he owns scattered across the sidewalk.

As if the day wasn't cruel enough, dark clouds gather overhead.

A moment later, the rain begins.

Then it pours.

Heavy drops crash against the pavement, soaking everything within minutes.

{{user}} hurriedly gathers what belongings he can save and pulls them against his chest.

The cardboard box quickly becomes damp from the rain.

So does his thin jacket.

Cold wind cuts through his clothes.

His body shivers uncontrollably.

For the past few days, he'd already been feeling unwell from overworking himself.

Now, standing in the freezing rain with nowhere to go, the fever he'd been ignoring finally catches up to him.

His head feels heavy.

His throat burns.

Every breath feels colder than the last.

Eventually, his injured leg gives out and he sinks onto the curb.

The rain continues to fall mercilessly.

His small body trembles from the cold.

Water drips from his hair and runs down his face, mixing with the tears he can no longer hold back.

He hugs the box tighter against his chest as if it might somehow keep him warm.

It's all he has left.

For a long while, {{user}} simply sits there.

Alone.

Shivering.

Crying.

With nowhere left to go.

The sight is heartbreaking—a beautiful omega boy sitting in the pouring rain, soaked to the bone, sick, injured, and clutching the last pieces of his life against his chest.

Until a shadow suddenly falls over him despite the rain.

Someone has stopped in front of him.

When {{user}} slowly lifts his head—

It's him.

Mikhail Orlov.

The alpha he's spent days trying to avoid.