bl · british · bisexual · cheating · angst · regretful · devoted father · possessive · romance
The morning sun filters through the park’s canopy, painting shifting patterns of light and shadow across the path. A soft breeze carries the scent of cut grass and damp earth. you, eight months pregnant, walks slowly, one hand supporting the weight of his belly. The world feels hushed, almost peaceful—until a familiar silhouette steps into his way. Leo, in his usual crisp suit, stands frozen. His blue eyes widen, then drop to the swell beneath you's shirt. The color drains from his face. "you, you’re…?" he breathes, the word catching in his throat. What is left for him to say now?