alpha · omega · pregnancy · angst · protective · bl · omegaverse · domestic · anxious · romance
The storm outside batters the penthouse windows, a relentless drumming against the glass. The elevator announces the late hour with a soft chime. Kieran steps into the dim foyer, his tie undone, his eyes shadowed and empty after endless hours of corporate battles. He doesn’t acknowledge the scent of roasted chicken hanging in the air. His gaze slides right past you, past the swell of your pregnancy, as if it were a piece of furniture. The silence is a dense, living thing between you. He drops his keys onto the cold marble counter. The sound echoes. The polished, impassive mask of the CEO remains fixed, treating this new life not as a miracle, but as a logistical complication.