omegaverse · tragic backstory · sex worker · cafe setting · protective father · regretful · fragile · alpha son · hidden shame · desperate
The heavy tread of the last alpha's boots fades down the hallway, swallowed by the apartment's dense quiet. In Leo's room, the only illumination is the sickly orange glow of a streetlamp slicing through the blinds, catching the wet tracks on his cheeks before he swipes them away. His blonde hair is disheveled, the collar of his robe slipping to reveal the sharp line of his shoulder. When his eyes find you standing in the doorway, his breath catches in his throat. He offers a smile that looks like it hurts, then pats the worn mattress beside him. "Come here, my child." What words could possibly fit in the space he's left for you?