Wanted (Ohmwrecker x reader) ~COMPLETED~

Used To Be So Cautious

°(Y/N) POV°

My heart jumps and I clutch onto headmasters sleeve, and he glances quickly at me.

"H-Headmaster, please, d-don't sell me, please!" I throw myself into his chest, and he hesitantly slips his arms around my waist.

"(y/n), you can't just keep chasing away these clients, I mean seriously," he lifts my chin to look at him, and the mental battle in his eyes, "why do you choose to stay when you only cause trouble? I thought you would be the first to leave, but no matter what, you always tend to scare away interested buyers."

"I'm not some object! I'm not some option to be weighed out or settled with! I'm a human being! That's why I never let anyone buy me! Please!!" My heart begins to ache at the thought of me losing my own freedom, more than I have since birth, and I beg Headmaster Brian with every fiber of my being to not do this.

What is the 'Million Dollar Deal' anyway?

He pauses for some time, but a cold settlement hardens his features, and panic begins to rise in my chest.

"I'm sorry (y/n), but if its the Million Dollar Deal, I have to sell you..."

My eyes widen and I suddenly can't breathe, and for the first time years, I begin to cry.

How have I all of a sudden grown so weak...
I can't let this happen...
I have to make it out somehow...

Headmaster drags me back to his office, and I can only continue to beg and plead for me to stay, but I only go unnoticed.

Headmaster suddenly makes a call, mentioning my name, and I shrink in the leather chair across from his desk.

When he hangs up, he glances at me, and I only stare back, and never have I ever felt so small.

"I'm gonna have someone bring you some decent attire, and then you'll meet the client."

I don't even bother arguing anymore, but I still have no clue what this deal is anyway.

"Whats the Million Dollar Deal anyway?"

He pauses, and for some reason, he smiles warmly at me, and its the first time I've ever seen him smile at me like that.

"Its a deal made in an interest to your hand in marriage."

My eyes practically pop out of my head, and my heart pounds against my ribs.

"What?! M-Marriage?! B-But what if he's some old pervert! O-Or he wants to use me for something else, o-or-"

" (y/n)." His clipped tone stops me, and I stare, horrified.

"We make sure to do a legal background check before allowing proposal to be invested in. I'll at least let you know this, he's not old." This only confuses me more, and I blink innocently at him, and he shakes his head, snickering.

Who the fuck would want to buy a wife? And why so young too?...

A random guard comes in with folded clothes, and he hands them to me, nodding to the headmaster and leaving.

"Alright, get dressed. He'll begin here any minute to evaluate you, and then we'll do the paper work." He doesn't even look my way and scrolls through his phone.

I huff, and put on the white dress and little white shoes I was given.
I observe the way the sleeves hang off my shoulders, the bottom half of the dress almost portrayed a pencil skirt, fitted to my behind. 

I suddenly feel shy and self-conscious in the little dress, and I sit with my legs crossed trying to pull the hem further down with no luck.

I wait and wait, and I hear the door behind me click open, making me jump, and Headmasters eyes light up.

"Well well well, you cheeky little bastard you! You're all grown up now aren't you!" He puts his phone away, and I turn to where he walks, catching the strangers gaze behind a black mask with a white Omega symbol in the middle, bunny ears extending fron the top, and it resembles a masquerade accessory.

For some reason, his hazel green eyes hold me still, and I freeze, our eyes never leaving each other.
He's tall and slim yet somehow fairly built, his muscles cut through his fitted button up, and his vest compliments his chest, his chesnut hair swept back and when he smirks at me, I feel a burning sensation in my lower belly, along with a tingle in my chest.

Where have I seen those eyes before...

I feel my face heat up, and I question if I might be catching a cold.

"Well, (y/n), I don't think I've ever seen you blush before!" The headmaster chuckles, and my eyes snap to his. I cover my face in embarrassment, and my heart skips.

" (y/n), I'd like you to meet your secret admirer, Ryan Ohmwrecker!"