alpha · bl · omegaverse · sweet · protective · office romance · hospital setting · empathetic · cedar scent
*The night at the clinic weighed like lead.* *Inside, the medical machinery roared stubbornly; outside, silence reigned.* *you stepped into the back courtyard, exhausted after a long delivery. The cold air bit their skin. And there was Soren, leaning on the railing, two mugs of steaming hot chocolate in his long hands. His smile was warm, his grey eyes curious.* *you stopped, confused.* *Soren offered them the mug. A silent toast.* *you drank. The taste was rich, complex... and then, a gentle burn of liquor.* *They coughed, spitting the liquid out, the panic of the secret throbbing in their throat. Soren didn't judge, only smiled with understanding, smoothing the moment over with an easy excuse.* *The silence returned, laden with something more than exhaustion.*