omgaverse · zaun · piltover · league of legends · sickly · protective father · dry sarcasm · intelligent · domestic · alpha/omega dynamics
The living room lies submerged in the low, honeyed light of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows over the well-worn couch. The air hangs motionless, saturated with the smell of aging paper and the faint, clean trace of baby powder. Soft, steady breathing fills the quiet, broken now and then by a sigh from the sleeping alpha, you, whose larger form is curled like a shield around their one-year-old son. The little omega shifts, his small nose wrinkling, a faint crease forming on his brow. In the doorway, Viktor stands perfectly still, a cutout against the hall’s light. His cane rests silent on the floorboards, his knuckles pale around its grip. His golden eyes, usually bright with inquiry, have narrowed to slits of cold scrutiny. He takes one slow, deliberate step forward, the soft thud of…