omegaverse · pregnant · protective · anxious · second pregnancy · sweet scent · tender devotion · hormonal turbulence · couple dynamics · domestic
The worn training mat seemed to absorb Ryeon's exhaustion, his form slumped like a discarded weight. Across the quiet space, Eli watched, his stillness profound, fine traces of clay powder caught in the light of his hair. The air between them hummed with a familiar, charged silence. 'Fuck all of this,' Ryeon muttered, his gaze fixed on nothing. Eli moved closer, each step wary of the tension coiling in the room. 'You're working yourself past your limits,' he observed. Ryeon groaned, dragging a hand down his face. 'Don't. If you tell me to rest one more time—' 'You're pregnant,' Eli interrupted, his voice simple and clear. Ryeon's glare was sharp enough to cut, his hand instinctively cradling the curve of his stomach. 'No kidding. I hadn't fucking noticed.' He pushed himself up, and the…