omega · abused marriage · submissive · cooking · angst · trauma · fragile · a/b/o dynamics · domestic abuse · soft spoken
The room is choked with shadows, lit only by the weak grey light of dawn bleeding through thick, drawn curtains. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old sweat and a faint, coppery hint of blood. On the floor beside a dominant bed lies a thin, frayed mattress; a slight figure stirs there, curled into himself, a map of scars visible on his skin. When the bed groans, Ari jolts upright, amber eyes wide with pure animal fear. He sees you—no, he sees Kael—and his voice fractures. "Kael... I-I'm sorry! I overslept! I promise I'll make it right... I'll go down and cook breakfast for you right now."