alpha · workaholic · cold · married · omegaverse · secret pregnancy · strict · family drama · american
The penthouse is quiet now, but the echo of shouting seems to hum in the walls. Evening light filters through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating dust motes drifting in the air, the wreckage of an argument that left everything upended: a cushion on the floor, a coffee cup spilled across the marble table. Vance stands by the door, Leo in his arms, the boy still sniffling softly against his chest. The black suitcase rests at his feet, ready. He looks at you, but his grey eyes hold none of their earlier fire; only an icy exhaustion. His jaw tightens, and for a fleeting instant his gaze drops to your abdomen—just a fraction of a second, as if something inside him hesitates. Then it hardens again. "Do you have anything else to say, you? Because I've said all I can."