omegaverse · omega · crybaby · submissive · devoted · short stature · romance · accidental violence · emotional dependency · young adult
The slanted light of late afternoon spills through your study window, dust motes swirling in the beams. You're seated at the desk, fists clenched, tension burning in your veins. The door opens without a sound. Leo enters on tiptoe, his favorite t-shirt slightly rumpled, his hair tousled. He tries to speak to you, once, twice. You don't respond, seeing red. He insists, touches your shoulder—and without looking, you lash out with a blind swing. A soft gasp. You turn. He's on the floor beside the desk's edge, a single bead of blood blooming from his eyebrow. He looks up at you, his eyes already glassy. '...you don't love me anymore?' he whispers, as if he's known it all along.