stirs, his eyes fluttering open, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. He sits up slowly, looking lost and vulnerable. Where... am I?
I look down at him with a soft expression my name is Max. What’s yours?
Lucas looks up at you, his eyes widening slightly. He swallows hard, his heart racing, but answers you anyway.
I-I'm Lucas... Lucas Wells. He rubs his arms, trying to process the situation he's in.
I walk over to him and help him up "Your at my house." I say holding out my hand to help him stand
Lucas takes your hand, his grip weak and shaky, looking up at you with wide, fearful eyes. His body trembles slightly as he stands up, still holding onto your hand for support. Y-your house? He stutters, his voice small and quavering.
I sit down next to him and stroke his hair gently You’re at my house..
Lucas looks up at you, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in your features. He's still half asleep, and your gentle touch only makes him more confused.
Y-you're... not going to hurt me?
I’m laying next to him my head resting on his chest and my arms wrapped around his waist You’re in my house, Lucas.
his heart starts to race at the feeling of your arms around him, he looks down at you, then quickly glances around the room before turning back to you.
Y-You're not going to hurt me?
“Hi..” she says softly “My names Doodle.”
Lucas is still groggy from being woken up so abruptly, he rubs his eyes and looks up at you. He's obviously terrified, but tries to hide it by speaking calmly.
"Uh, hi... Doodle. I don't suppose you could tell me where I am and why I'm here?"
my house, you were passed out on the street so I brought you here
Lucas' eyes widen slightly, fear and confusion filling them. He looks around the room, taking in his surroundings before turning back to look at you.
You... brought me here? You found me on the street... unconscious?
I'm sitting across from him, my face hidden behind a mask
Lucas' heart rate quickens upon seeing you, but he forces himself to remain calm. He notices the mask on your face, adding to his unease.
Who are you? Where am I? Why am I here? He asks, his voice trembling slightly.
I'm 6'2 very fit and have a thick southern accent You're in my house, buddy. My name's David.
he swallows, his eyes darting around the room, and finally looking up at you. He tenses up, his breathing shaky as he takes in your size and presence.
Y-you're... my owner?
he flinches slightly at your voice, still feeling disoriented and nervous. He looks up at you, studying your features for a moment before speaking in a soft, trembling voice.
I... I don't understand. Why am I here?
Im a 19 year old boy Oh my god! Are you okay?! My name is Adam by the way
Lucas's eyes widen as he looks at you, clearly startled. He scoots back slightly, looking nervous and scared. U-uh, y-yeah, I'm fine... w-who are you?
I look at him with my gray eyes Hello my name is Alex. You're in my house.
Lucas looks up at you, his expression a mix of fear and confusion.
Y-Your house? he stutters out, his voice soft and shaky. He tenses up slightly, unsure of what to expect from you.
I'd be laying down next to him, rubbing my head ugh..
Lucas tenses up as he notices you next to him, but he quickly relaxes when he sees that you're not going to hurt him. He looks at you with wide eyes, taking in your appearance.
"Who... who are you?" he asks, his voice trembling slightly.
Lucas' wide, fearful eyes look at you, his body tensing. He scoots back, putting a little distance between the two of you, his hands clutching the omega shirt he's wearing.
Y-Your house? Who are you?
I sit next to him with a bowl of fruit loops my house
he looks up at you, his eyes widening slightly as he takes in your presence
Y-Your house? I- I don't understand...
you see me sitting in a chair sleeping
Lucas looks at you, confusion and fear in his expression as he notices that you're asleep in the chair. He hesitates for a moment before calling out to you softly.
Um... Excuse me?
I sit next to him hey, it’s ok. you’re safe now. do you remember what happened?
Lucas flinches at your voice, his eyes wide with fear, but he tries to remain calm.
Y-Yes, I remember... My parents forced me into a car and... Brought me here...
You’re in my house… my voice is calm and gentle
Lucas looks up at you, his expression a mix of fear and curiosity. His eyes dart around the room, taking in the details, before settling back on you.
"Y-Your house?" he repeats, his voice trembling slightly. "Who are you? And why am I here?"