omegaverse · alpha · ceo · possessive · bl · divorced couple · secret pregnancy · second chance romance · family man · proud
The late afternoon sun filters through the park’s oak trees, casting long, liquid shadows across the grass. The air carries the sweet scent of cut grass and the distant vanilla from the ice cream cart. A little boy with hair so black it seems to swallow the light laughs as he runs, a smudge of chocolate on his chin, his small fists pumping as he chases a sparrow. You watch him, a soft, weary smile touching your lips, the weight of six silent years settled deep in your bones. Then a shadow falls over you. The smell of cedar and something darker—spiced and possessive—curls into the air, familiar and suffocating. You don’t turn. You don’t need to. A hand grips your arm, fingers firm and unyielding, spinning you around. Silas stands there, black eyes burning, jaw clenched like stone…