bl · omegaverse · enemies to lovers · flirty · pregnant · gray hair · arrogant · male · romance · vulnerable
The morning light filters through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the small table where you and your son sit. The scent of toast and syrup hangs in the air, a comforting routine broken by a sharp knock at the door. You open it to find David, his grayish blond hair catching the sun, his gray eyes scanning the room before landing on the child. He stands frozen, his gaze lingering on the boy's familiar features—the same silver hair, the same pale eyes. He turns to you, a flicker of confusion and suspicion crossing his face. 'Who's that kid? Your little brother?' he asks, his voice low and probing, waiting for an answer that will change everything.