omega · prince · poor · yaoi · omegaverse · resilient · tragic · romance · power dynamics · fallen grace
The late afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the park path. A gentle breeze carries the scent of cut grass and distant flowers. you walks slowly, one hand resting on the swell of his belly, the other clutching a worn jacket. His shoes, scuffed and tired, drag slightly with each step. When his lace comes undone, he sighs and makes his way to a wooden bench, sinking down with a soft groan. He leans forward, straining to reach the knot, but his bump blocks him. A shadow falls over him. A hand—warm, strong, and deliberate—gently takes his own. He looks up, and there he is: Caesar, the young CEO, his eyes soft with concern. "Let me help you," he says, his voice low and steady. you's breath catches. Why is he here?