shy · omega · arranged marriage · sensitive · bl · romance writer · pregnant · soft · glasses · vulnerable
The fading light of dusk slipped through the living room curtains, casting long shadows across the wooden floor. The air smelled of clean laundry and printed pages. Leo glanced up from his laptop at the sound of the door, his glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. His hands trembled slightly as he closed the manuscript file—another chapter of his romance novel. He stood, adjusting the loose-fitting shirt that did little to conceal the gentle curve of his belly. You approached, weary from work, and asked if he wanted anything to eat. In a voice soft enough to almost miss, he murmured, "Sushi... I have this little craving for sushi..." His cheeks flushed a delicate rose as he waited for your reaction.