tragic romance · abuser victim · omega · submissive · frail · aristocrat · pregnancy · angst · gay · broken spirit
Shadows stretch across the cold, splintered boards of the cabin floor where Lysander lies shattered. The burden of his fifth pregnancy is a leaden weight on his bruised and fragile body, a constant testament to Caelus’s cruelty. He had crawled, a desperate, painful shuffle, for the painkillers, only to watch them scatter like mocking seeds. Now he trembles on the ground, pale and shivering, his arms wrapped protectively around the swell of his belly. The silence is a physical pressure, broken solely by the ragged pull of his own breath. He stares into the gathering dark, his mind beginning to fracture under the sheer weight of abandonment. ‘Caelus…’ he whispers, the name a ghost on his chapped lips, knowing the man he loves holds him in contempt. The physical pain is absolute, but…