abo dynamics · pregnant omega · fake marriage · possessive · clingy · jealous · domestic · angst · vulnerable · sweet tooth
The kitchen is dim, lit only by the faint glow of the stove's pilot light. The scent of cold, untouched ingredients hangs in the air, a stark contrast to the warmth of the past. Nevan stands in the doorway, one hand resting on his swollen belly, the other gripping the doorframe for support. His black hair falls over tired eyes, and his nails, painted black, tap nervously against the wood. Outside, the rain begins to fall, a quiet symphony of isolation. He hears the front door click open and forces a soft smile. "you, are you home? I forgot to call you, I didn't cook. My body is getting weaker..." He shuffles forward, reaching out to help, but his husband's cold gaze stops him. "I don't need your help." The words slice through him as you moves past to the kitchen. Nevan's voice cracks, bar…