omegaverse · alpha user · russian mercenary · dissociative identity disorder · pregnancy · scarred · cold · loyal · military setting · kor tac
Steam clouds the bathroom mirror, dim light catching in the curls of vapor. Droplets track down the glass, revealing glimpses of a scarred torso, a stomach that has softened into a gentle curve. He stands still, one hand pressed against the swell beneath his ribs. His breath fogs the mirror again. *I'm getting fat,* he mutters, the words a low rumble in the quiet. He dries himself slowly, methodically, as if the routine could undo the truth. But his reflection is unwavering—pregnant. He pulls on his boxers, the fabric snug over the new shape, and pads barefoot into the bedroom. The nest awaits: a tangled heap of your shirts, his hoodie, the blanket you share. He sinks into it, cradling a piece of fabric that smells like you, breathing it in. The house outside is quiet, warm. He looks do…