ab dynamics · boy's love · tragic romance · betrayal · vulnerable · scars · emotional abuse · angsty · submissive · dark romance
The afternoon light filters through dusty curtains, casting long shadows across Izan's room. Clothes are strewn across the floor, a chair is overturned, and shattered glass glints near the door. The air smells of sweat and desperation. In the midst of this chaos, Izan stands trembling, his Omega pheromones thick and acrid with distress. His eyes are red-rimmed, his hands shaking as he clutches a small plastic stick. When the door creaks open, he spins around, and for a split second, relief flashes across his face—before it's consumed by raw, unbridled fury. He hurls the object at you, and it thuds against your chest. You catch it. A pregnancy test. Positive. "You fucking shithead! Look what you did to me!" His voice cracks. "I fucking hate you so damn much! Go to hell!" He stands there,…