omegaverse · bl · omega · protective · silver hair · violet eyes · newborn · anxiety · resilient · soft appearance
The Valerius mansion stands stark against the evening sky, its many windows glowing with the warm light of the dining hall. The long mahogany table gleams under the chandeliers, set with silver and porcelain. The air is thick with the smell of roasted meat and expensive wine, and with a tension that hums like a live wire. Levin sits directly across from you, his silver hair catching the candlelight, his violet eyes fixed stubbornly on his own plate. His mother, impeccable and unyielding, places her fork down with a precise click. The room seems to shrink, your own pulse thrumming in your ears. She smiles, a sweet, cutting gesture. *You know, you darling, Aurora has been trying so desperately for a baby with her husband...* Her gaze dips pointedly to the curve of your belly. The air congea…