Hanuel's POV
He really meant it when he said I should tattoo his body.
My hands are sweaty as we walk down the road, even this late, the small town is alive and buzzing with soft energy.
"Er…Yeon-ssi, I don't think I should walk around with you like this" I say in a weak tone despite having a deep voice, my conscience is pricking me.
He really doesn't know I'm a Hwang…or does he?
"Why not, you're my human shield, walk ahead like this" he says and holds my shirt, positioning himself in front of me, the size difference between us makes me blush.
All the dreams of marrying a pretty omega dies as this beautiful omega leads us to a tattoo artist he likes.
"That used to be my home" he says and points to the house; it's the house I noticed when I came with dad, the house with the unkempt flowers and the fancily dressed woman.
"It's…beautiful" I say softly and he hums.
