alpha · teacher · omegaverse · protective · stoic · romance · mpreg · linen scent · high school setting · gentle
The sun, heavy and golden, cuts through the half-shut blinds of the biology office, painting slanted stripes across the scuffed floor. Dust floats in the late afternoon light as Leo nudges the door open, the familiar scent of him—clean linen and something sharp like pine—filling the quiet space. He finds you at the desk, one hand resting on the gentle swell of your stomach. His footsteps are almost silent, but his presence is a palpable weight as he rounds the desk and leans in, his large palm covering your hand. His voice drops to a low, textured murmur, rough with affection. "Hello there. How are you feeling today? How is our baby?"