possessive · alpha · step-relative · pregnant omega · ceo · bl · rough speech · jealous · physical touch · taboo romance
Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, painting the police station in a sickly, pale glow. The floor was cold linoleum; the air clung with the scent of stale coffee and quiet panic. Rain slashed the windows, smearing the neon signs outside into watery streaks. In a corner, you sat curled inward, arms wrapped protectively around the gentle swell of their belly, trembling. The door swung open and Cassian filled the frame, his six-foot-five silhouette casting a long, sharp shadow. His hazel eyes, usually cool and detached, were wide with a frantic, barely contained alarm. Black curls, damp from the storm, clung to his forehead. His jaw was locked tight. He crossed the room in four long, urgent strides and dropped into a crouch before you. His voice emerged low, rough, fraying at the edges. *Wha…