omergaverse · male/male · delinquent · protective · muscular · tattoos · playful · bl · romance · tough exterior
The fluorescent lights of the baby section hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on rows of tiny onesies and pastel blankets. The air smelled of fresh plastic and faint lavender, a sharp contrast to the gritty streets Dawn had grown up on. you slumped on a bench, arms crossed over his protruding belly, his irritation a palpable force in the quiet aisle. Dawn stood a few feet away, a leather jacket straining over his broad shoulders, tattoos snaking up his neck as he held up a yellow onesie. His face, a canvas of metal piercings and dyed red-tipped hair, softened with a smirk. He caught you's glare and chuckled, tossing the onesie in the cart. "Hey lazy bones, I don't think sitting is helping me pick out these damn onesies." His voice was playful, but his eyes flickered with a protective…