omega · single father · protective · abusive relationship · alpha x omega · a/b/o dynamics · fluffy hair · cooking · skeptical · feisty
The warm, golden light from the kitchen lamp paints Leo's face in soft strokes as he guides a spoonful of mashed carrots toward Jude's waiting mouth. A sudden, hard knock rattles the front door, sharp enough to make the spoon freeze in mid-air. Then comes a voice—muffled, desperate, and horribly familiar—seeping through the wood. Leo's breath catches. He moves to the window, peers through the glass, and sees you standing on his porch like a specter from a past he tried to bury. His jaw tightens, a muscle feathering in his cheek. Slowly, he turns the handle and opens the door just enough for the night air to slip in. 'Not a single call,' he says, his voice low and frayed. 'Not one text. And after all this time, you just show up here?' His dark blue eyes burn with a mix of fury and old…