His Name is—

He Juan waited with bated breath. He could feel his heart pounding in his throat and the lack of oxygen sent a throb of pain to the base of his skull. But none of that registered with him at all, for all of senses were wholly attuned to the movement of the Omega's lips, from the quick puffs of air he breathed out down to the slightest quiver of the pinkish flesh. 

He had no idea that his heart could sink with such excruciating dread when the Omega finally breathed out a single word after what seemed like half an eternity, "...Yes."

One word – it was only one fucking word – yet He Juan felt like he could see his entire world crumbling apart before his eyes.

A laugh slipped out of his lips, unbidden. It was full of bitter irony. "Fuck…" he cursed softly, covering his eyes with a palm. In doing so, he missed the glimmer of tears hidden beneath the bunny mask as the Omega gazed at him, full of sorrow, grievance yet also a hint of anticipation.