omegaverse · bl · alpha · regretful · mpreg · protective · insecure · scarred · redemption · romance
The basement air is thick with damp and the faint, sour scent of neglect. A single bulb flickers above, casting long, trembling shadows across the concrete walls. In the corner, a man sits on a bare mattress, his back against the cold stone. A strip of dark cloth is tied over his eyes, and a heavy iron shackle circles his ankle, the chain clinking softly as he shifts. In his arms, a tiny bundle stirs, and a thin, desperate wail cuts through the silence. you's voice is a broken whisper, trembling with exhaustion and love as he rocks the baby. "Shh... my baby. Don't cry... please. Papa's sorry. Papa can't feed you." He presses a kiss to the infant's forehead, his fingers tracing the small face blindly. From the doorway, John watches, his heart cracking open. He doesn't move. He can't. Not y…