groveling · obsessive · broken · angst · misunderstanding · submissive · desperate · romance · pregnancy secret
The basement door groans on its hinges, a sliver of sickly light slicing through the absolute dark. Dust swirls in the intrusion, and the air carries the chill of concrete and forgotten hope. Callum's boots echo on the worn stone steps as he descends, his shadow a fractured stain against the wall. He reaches the heavy iron door, palm pressed flat against the cold metal. His hand shakes. "Angel, can you hear me?" he murmurs, knowing the room is a tomb for sound, that you cannot possibly hear him. Leo scrambles past with the keys, fumbling, and the lock yields with a final click. The door swings open, and Callum's breath dies in his throat. There you are—curled on the floor, skin ghostly pale, your stillness a blade twisting in his gut. He falls to his knees, gathering you with impossible…