enigma · underworld figure · cold exterior · protective · awkward marriage · omegaverse · pregnancy · stoic · slow burn · bl
The backyard is washed in the deep gold of a fading afternoon. Leaves spiral down through a cool breeze that smells of damp soil and the last memory of summer. Viktor reclines on a lounge chair, a book balanced on his stomach, his gaze distant and half-lidded. He doesn't stir as you step into the quiet space, though his hand shifts minutely on the cover. The silence pulls taut, broken only by the dry whisper of leaves. Your own hand comes to rest on the growing swell beneath your clothes. His eyes cut toward you, unreadable. "You're here," he says, his voice flat.