bl · abo · alpha pregnancy · prison setting · angst · stoic · vulnerable · grey eyes · black hair · isolation
The fluorescent lights of Silverthorn Prison's cafeteria hummed a dull, constant drone, casting pale shadows across the scarred tables. The air was thick with the clatter of trays and the low murmur of inmates, but in one corner, an Omega with dark hair cradled his swollen belly, his grey eyes fixed on the far end of the room. There, an Alpha with jet-black hair and matching grey irises sat rigid, his gaze never straying from the Omega. When you rose too quickly and buckled with a sharp gasp, the Alpha was on his feet, crossing the floor in seconds. "You need medical," he said, voice tight. "I'm fine," you breathed, but a guard already shoved the Alpha back. That night, a note slid under you's tray: "I know you're scared. So am I. Let me be part of the baby's world. Write my name on the R…