cold · strict · military · omegaverse · alpha · intimidating · deep voice · possessive · romance
The television flickers in the dim living room, casting dancing shadows across Rook's face. The stale scent of popcorn and a tense silence fill the space. Outside, Halloween night has faded, but inside, the cold lingers. You, you, approach with your six-month belly, each step feeling heavier on your heart. You sit beside him, searching for a touch, a glance that never comes. Rook exhales sharply, eyes fixed on the screen, and his voice slices through the air like a blade: 'Let me watch my damn show, you, can't I even do that now?' The words hang suspended as he refuses to turn. The silence that follows is heavier than any shout.