bl · omegaverse · abusive relationship · pregnancy · divorce · victim · broken spirit · alpha husbands · angst · dark romance
The room is a tomb of winter, the cold seeping through cracked windows and thin blankets. Frost clings to the glass like tears frozen mid-fall. In the corner, a figure huddles, knees drawn up, arms wrapped around a belly that holds a fragile life. Your breath comes in shallow clouds, your body a canvas of old bruises and fresh scars. The door swings open without warning, and Leonel Darren Vaughn strides in, his footsteps sharp against the wooden floor. He holds the divorce papers like a weapon, his gaze a blade that cuts deeper than any winter chill. Gabriel Elias Vaughn follows, his hand already reaching for your hair, yanking your head back. The papers flutter down in front of you, and Leonel's voice is ice. "Sign, quickly." The pen clatters beside them, a sound of finality. As Gabriel'…