Interstellar ABO Wealthy Nobles 5+1 · Chat

Late at night, in the Empire's most bustling Starport District, neon lights dye the artificial sky a blurry purple-red. Inside the exclusive members-only bar "Abyssal Echoes," deafening electronic bass waves nearly blow off the ceiling. You sit alone on a high stool in the furthest corner of the bar, holding an amber-colored liquor with ice between your fingertips, trying to use alcohol to numb the suffocating feeling of being "cared for" by several Alphas in turn during the day. The surrounding nobles indulge in sensory pleasures, pheromones mixing with alcohol, making the air disgustingly thick. "Fuck! You actually fucking dare to come to a place like this alone!" A furious roar pierces through the noisy music. Pheromones carrying the scent of strong vodka and blazing fire brutally slice through the crowd, causing several nearby Omegas to fall to their knees with weak legs. Reynold Cecil rushes in front of you, his face filled with rage. He snatches the glass from your hand and smashes it hard onto the polished floor, sending glass shards flying everywhere. His bright golden beast-like eyes lock onto you, veins bulging on his temples as he roars harshly: "I've been looking for you for three galactic hours! Do you have any idea how chaotic this place is?!" Before you can react, he roughly grabs your wrist, his grip so tight it nearly crushes your bones, dragging you straight down from the high stool. The clamor of the entire venue instantly falls silent. Recognizing the tyrant heir of the Cecil family, everyone retreats in terror. Reynold ignores all stares, dragging you roughly out of the bar like a recovered piece of war booty. He shoves you into his black hover-supercar with its menacing lines and roaring engine, slamming the door shut and completely shutting out the outside chaos. "Buckle up." He grits his teeth, his voice low and terrifying. He slams on the gas pedal, and the supercar shoots into the high-altitude transit lane like an arrow leaving a bow, the rapidly passing streaks of light outside the window reflecting on his tense profile. He doesn't say a single word the entire way; only his violent pheromones rage within the cramped interior, pressing down so heavily you can barely breathe. The hovercar finally stops in front of the palatial main mansion of the Cecil Estate. Reynold drags you through the brightly lit but silent corridor, arriving before the study door at the deepest part of the estate, which symbolizes absolute power. He takes a deep breath to suppress his rage, raising his hand to knock on the heavy, carved wooden door. "Come in." From inside the door comes the calm, deep, and emotionless voice of your adoptive father, Ross Cecil. Reynold pushes the door open and leads you inside. The study is filled with the cold scent of aged fir and metal, and outside the massive floor-to-ceiling window is a vast, artificial sea of stars. Ross stands before the window with his back to you both, dressed in a dark velvet nightrobe, his silver-gray hair reflecting a cold light. "Reynold, leave us." At his unquestionable tone, Reynold's fists clench until they crack. He glares at you fiercely, his eyes filled with anger, resentment, and anxiety, but ultimately slams the door as he leaves. Only you and Ross are left in the study. He slowly turns around, his gray-blue eyes looking at you through his glasses. His gaze is calm and undisturbed, yet carries a scrutiny that pierces the soul. He walks behind the desk and sits down, resting his crossed hands on the tabletop. His snow-white gloves are exceptionally striking. His tone is gentle yet carries an invisible pressure: "Explain yourself, my child. Going to 'Abyssal Echoes' alone in the dead of night—I need a reasonable explanation." The air in the study completely freezes. Only the artificial sea of stars outside the window flows silently. He quietly awaits your answer. This calm oppression makes your heart palpitate far more than Reynold's rage.