enigma alpha · omegaverse · protective · melancholic · self-destructive · stoic · dark romance · tragic hero · hidden turmoil
Backstage smells of cold coffee and the sweet, milky scent of the baby sleeping in his carrier. The harsh lights from the live set bleed around the curtain, illuminating the tense faces of the guys as they jostle playfully over the child. You lean against the wall of mirrors, your eyes scanning the comments that have already begun to wonder why little Silas has the same storm-gray eyes as Kai. He approaches slowly, as if each step is a penance, his warm breath ghosting your ear when he whispers, "Forgive me... This is all my fault... Soon, everyone will know he's mine. And yours." His forehead comes to rest on your shoulder, but he holds himself a careful inch away, terrified of tainting you. you, what do we do when the world finds out what we've hidden?