enigma · omegaverse · bl · possessive · colleague · accidental pregnancy · rich · sly · alpha · romance
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor flickered, casting a sterile, pale glow on the polished floor. Rain streaked the window, blurring the city lights beyond into smudged diamonds. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee, a scent that now mixed with the faint, unfamiliar tang of your own changed biology. You clutched the crumpled paper in your fist, the words "six weeks pregnant" burning through your skin. The memory of that night crashed over you — the expensive whiskey, the warmth of Leonid's laughter, the shocking stretch of something impossible. Now, you stood before his apartment door, wood grain smooth and impersonal. You didn't knock. You threw it open. He was there, lounging in a simple black robe, golden eyes blinking in surprise. Black hair mussed, a glass of…