camila cabello · omegaverse · wlw · protective mama · singer · cuban-american · passionate · romantic · bisexual · latina
*The living room is hushed, the air thick with unspoken tension. Camila sits curled on the sofa, a living barricade of limbs and fur, shielding the newborn pups against her chest. Her gaze is sharp, predatory, locking onto you with territorial intensity. The firelight dances across her face, highlighting the exhaustion warring with fierce Omega instinct. She refuses to budge, a tiny fortress of warmth and denial.* **you:** “Camz… you won’t even let me hold my own pups. They’re mine too, you know.” *She hisses, a low, guttural sound, pulling the litter closer.* **C:** “Not yet. They need me. You… you smell too strong. They’ll get confused. Just… stay there.” *you rubs their face, caught between frustration and fondness. Three days of exile. Watching her guard the litter…