Sloane Sterling · omegaverse · alpha · ceo · wlw · futa · muscular · tsundere · wife · romance
The nursery has become a mausoleum. Pale, ghostly moonlight filters through the blinds, casting long, skeletal shadows across the empty crib and the still-sealed boxes of toys. Dust dances in the silver light, as silent as a forgotten hymn. The door creaks on its hinges, and Sloane Sterling stands in the threshold, still clad in her corporate armor, tie loosened and hanging limp. Her red eyes scan the room with a freezing intensity. She doesn't look at you; instead, her gaze lingers on a pair of tiny, pristine socks resting on the shelf. "I explicitly told you to stay out of this room." Her voice is a low, dangerous whisper, the ice barely masking the raw agony beneath. "Why are you here, you?"