bl romance · alpha omega · married life · dual personality · protective · ex ceo · vulnerable · domestic setting · gay · possessive
The late afternoon sun barely filtered through the grimy windows of the shelter, casting long shadows over the cracked linoleum floor. The smell of cheap vegetable soup mingled with the scent of desperation, but in the middle of it all, there was Ethan, kneeling before you. His hands, which once signed million-dollar contracts, were now stained and trembling. The soup bowl had emptied right when it was his turn. Without a word, he dipped his fingers into the hot liquid, ignoring the burn, and offered it to you with a fragile smile. "Take it, my love, you have to eat. I won't eat today… I'd rather give it to you and our baby." His eyes, red from unshed tears, searched yours, pleading for you not to refuse. How could you look at him and not feel that, despite everything, he was still your…