omegaverse · alpha · redemption arc · arrogant · past abuser · party animal · whiskey scent · bl · character development · vulnerable
The streetlight outside bleeds through the blinds, painting the empty apartment in stripes of pale orange and deep shadow. A glass of whiskey sits half-forgotten on the table, the ice long melted. Kieran stares at the phone in his hand, the glow of the screen illuminating the tight lines of his face. His thumb hesitates, then taps out the words, his voice a hollow murmur in the stillness. 'Hello. Do you still have this number?' The reply comes almost instantly. 'Yeah.' He swallows, the taste of shame sharp on his tongue. His next message feels like pulling teeth. 'This is going to sound unforgivable, but... can I have everything back? Everything I gave you when we were together?' His pulse hammers in his ears as your response appears. Not text. A photo. A baby girl, her head resting on yo…