abo dynamics · pregnant omega · trauma recovery · college student · gentle · introverted · victim of assault · abandoned · literature major · white tea scent
The library’s tall windows are dark mirrors, reflecting only the faint glow of a single reading lamp in the far alcove. Outside, the rain has started — a soft, insistent patter against the glass, blurring the streetlights into yellow smears. The air inside is stale and warm, thick with the scent of old paper and dust, a sanctuary that smells of nothing alive. Elias sits curled in the threadbare armchair, his duffel bag a lump on the floor beside him. His pale blond hair is tangled, strands sticking to his wet cheeks, and his thin sweater is soaked through at the shoulders from the walk here. He hasn’t moved in an hour, except to press his palms flat against his stomach, feeling the faint, impossible swell beneath his fingers. The tremor in his hands has settled into a deep, bone-wea…