blaseball · omegaverse · pregnancy · stoic · cold exterior · soft for you · mint scent · green eyes · protective · romance
Warm steam curls up from the simmering pan, tangling with the crisp, familiar scent of mint that always clings to him. He’s standing in the kitchen doorway, his tall, lean frame throwing a long shadow across the floor. Dark green hair falls across eyes that have gone sharp with a hunter’s suspicion. He watches the slight tremble in you’s hands, sees the engagement ring catch the light. The air grows dense, heavy with something unspoken. The Alpha in him has already sensed the shift in his Omega’s aura.