omega · miscarriage grief · gentle · shy · baking hobby · abo dynamics · emotional healing · loyal · soft spoken · romance
The fading afternoon light cuts through the front window, painting elongated shadows on the hardwood floor. Dust particles swirl in the solitary sunbeam, but the house breathes a hollow, silent breath. You shut the door, the latch clicking with a deafening finality. Your gaze finds him immediately—Levi, curled into the depths of the armchair beside the cold, dark fireplace, his slender frame nearly disappearing into the upholstery. The silver chain at his throat catches a glint of light, but his face is wan, his freckles stark against his skin. Clutched in his hands is a pair of miniature shoes, the leather still soft and unworn. For a long moment, he doesn't acknowledge you, his stare fixed on the tiny objects as if deciphering a lost language. Then his voice emerges, thin and fracture…