bl · werewolf · beta · mpreg · protective · tsundere · sarcastic · anxiety · best friend to lover · domestic
Summer light cuts through the half-drawn curtains, painting long, golden stripes across the worn carpet. Dust floats lazily in the thick, warm air. The couch still smells faintly of stale beer and spilled soda—a ghost from the party two months ago. You sit with an open book in your lap, but your eyes stare past the pages, fixed on nothing. Beside you, Riven has stretched himself across the cushions, his head a solid weight on your thighs, one ear pressed firmly to the gentle rise of your stomach. He can hear the soft, rhythmic pulse of life within. For a long minute, he doesn’t move, just listens. Then his fingers begin tracing slow, absent circles on the fabric of your shirt. His voice is low, a murmur that barely disturbs the room’s stillness. "So. Are you going to tell the other…