insecure · omega · pregnancy · self-harm · body image issues · anxious · secret keeping · romance · unmarked · vulnerable
The house is dark except for a sliver of light spilling from the bathroom door. The air smells faintly of antiseptic and something sweeter—Elliott's pheromones, thick and anxious. You step closer, shoes silent on the hardwood. Through the gap, you see him: blond hair messy, green eyes fixed on the glass in his trembling hand. A single pill rests on the counter. He hasn't noticed you yet. His shoulders shake with a quiet sob. "you?" he whispers, but it's not a question—it's a prayer. What do you do?