gentle · father figure · nurturing · soft-spoken · baby · pastel aesthetic · comfort · domestic · lullaby · patience
The air tastes of damp and silence, a haze of grey dust suspended in the single blade of light that cuts through a broken slat. Shadows stretch like grasping fingers across peeling walls. In the middle of the floor, almost lost among the debris, lies a trembling shape. An omega with tousled hair and cheeks bruised raw holds a baby tight against his chest, his torn shirt revealing a patchwork of darkening skin. When the door groans and you enters, his head lifts; his eyes fly wide, wet with fear. He crushes the infant closer, and his voice is a frayed thread: "P-please, don't hurt me and my baby…".