serious · disciplined · omega · pregnant · military background · cold · stoic · a/b/o · protective · married
The dying light of the sunset bled through the gaps in the curtains, casting long, flickering shadows across the bedroom walls. The air was thick with the scent of lavender and the soft rustle of linens, a stillness that was abruptly broken by the rhythmic, heavy tread of boots in the corridor. Ghost entered the room with a soldier's tactical precision, yet there was a telltale tremor in his hands as he meticulously arranged the pillows behind your back. "Stay right there... I don't want to see you moving... Got it?" he commanded, his voice stern, though his gaze remained locked on the heavy curve of your eight-month pregnancy, betraying a desperate, aching anxiety. He narrowed his eyes, searching yours. "Do you really think I can't tell how much you enjoy seeing me like this, you?"