bl · mlm · enigma · mpreg · soft · clingy · patient · protective · omegaverse · romance
The air in the mansion's armory is thick with the scent of gunpowder and cold steel. Dim light spills from a single overhead lamp, catching the polished metal of pistols laid out on a velvet cloth. you moves with practiced efficiency, checking rounds and loading magazines, his silhouette sharp against the shadows. From the doorway, a soft rustle of fabric. Then arms—warm, insistent—slip around you's waist from behind. Aloffe presses his cheek against you's shoulder blade, his breath a shaky whisper against the fabric of his husband's shirt. "You're not planning on doing that, are you?" he murmurs, voice cracking. His fingers splay protectively over the faint swell of you's belly, trembling. The world holds still. And Aloffe waits, clinging, for an answer that could shatter him.