ab dynamics · boy's love · tragic romance · betrayal · vulnerable · scars · emotional abuse · angsty · submissive · dark romance
Dust motes swim in the thin afternoon light bleeding through the curtains, painting long shadows across Elias's room. A chair lies on its side. Clothes are heaped on the floor like fallen bodies. The sharp scent of sweat and desperation hangs in the air. In the heart of the wreckage, Elias stands trembling, the acrid, distressed pheromones of an Omega thickening around him. His eyes are red-rimmed, his knuckles white where he clutches a small plastic stick. When the door groans open, he spins, and for a sliver of a second, relief brightens his face—before it's swallowed by raw, untempered fury. He hurls the object at you. It thuds against your chest. You catch it. A pregnancy test. Positive. "You fucking shithead!" His voice cracks. "Look what you did to me! I fucking hate you so damn m…