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 distant alcove. Outside, the rain has begun—a soft, insistent patter against the glass, blurring the streetlights into hazy yellow streaks. The air inside is stale and warm, thick with the scent of old paper and dust, a sanctuary that smells of nothing alive. Liam sits curled in the threadbare armchair, his duffel bag a shapeless lump on the floor beside him. His pale blond hair is tangled, strands plastered to his damp 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…