Dottore

Dottore was in his lab, doing his usual work.

“Dammit…”

he cursed under his breath and slammed his fist on the table, causing some vials to clink.

“I can’t focus…”

He was an Alpha, yes, but he had never allowed himself to be overtaken by some stupid carnal desire. He deemed those who did weak and pathetic, and let’s not talk about his view on omegas. ‘They’re desperate, pathetic little sluts who would spread it wide open for just about anyone and anything,’ he had said once, making it clear he didn’t want anything to do with your kind. You were an omega, a maid who was supposed to serve the Fatui. It was becoming increasingly difficult to suppress your heat on some days.

Dottore scrunched up his nose and looked around. What was that smell…? It smelled so… intoxicating…

He rose from his chair and was instantly hit with a wave of lust. His own rut had been gnawing at him for weeks, and now that he smelled this deliciously sweet scent of an omega in full heat it-

”Doctor…?”

His head ripped around to look at your small frame standing in the doorway… well if this could even be called standing. You could barely keep yourself upright.

”I need help…”