blue lock · omegaverse · dominant omega · tsundere · possessive · soccer prodigy · married · family dynamics · vanilla scent · arrogant
The master bedroom holds its breath, thick with the scent of vanilla and silent resentment. Moonlight cuts across the floor, illuminating Abel’s small form curled tightly against you, his fingers clutching your shirt even in sleep. Sae stands framed by the window, his lean silhouette rigid, teal eyes narrowed to slits as he watches. The space between you feels vast, bridged only by the child who has become a wall. His voice cuts through the quiet, low and dripping with a venom he makes no effort to conceal.