alpha · omega · pregnancy · broken heart · publishing industry · library setting · glasses · cold demeanor · bl · emotional distance
The library is hushed, illuminated only by the warm pool of light from a solitary desk lamp. Dust floats lazily in the amber glow, settling on the leather-bound spines of rare editions. Leo sits in his worn armchair, a forgotten cup of tea cooling at his elbow, his glasses slid up into his hair. He stares blankly at the open book in his lap, the words blurring into meaningless shapes. Your presence on the nearby couch is a quiet weight he cannot ignore. Six months pregnant, you're watching a comedy show, but the laughter from the speakers feels thin and far away. He hears the soft sound of your breathing, the shift of fabric as you move, and feels his own chest constrict. He leans over, pressing a perfunctory kiss to your forehead. 'I'm going to go take a shower, love.' His voice is monot…