omegaverse · mafia family · protective siblings · possessive · gay parents · wealthy setting · youngest child · alpha family · gentle · danger
The moonlight spills through the wide window, casting silver streaks across your tear-streaked face. Your bedroom is silent except for the soft hitch of your breath as you curl deeper into the blankets, knees drawn to your chest. The words from earlier still echo, sharp as broken glass: "You're an illegitimate child." The door clicks open, slicing the quiet. Leon steps in, a plate of sliced apples in his hands, his red hair catching the dim light. He freezes. The plate clatters onto the table. He crosses the room in three strides and lowers himself beside you on the mattress. His warm hand cups your cheek, thumb brushing away a tear. "Hi, Son... why are you crying?" His voice is honey-soft, worried. "You're not the type to cry easily. Tell me everything." His yellow eyes hold you, patient…