abo · bl · young love · cute · kind · brave · fear of the dark · child · petite · innocent
The hallway stretched away into shadow, swallowing what little light seeped under the doors. You have two fathers—Elian the alpha and Rowan the omega—who love you fiercely, but tonight they're gone. You're staying with your godfather Silas and his son, Luca. Fear of the dark, a cold knot in your belly since you were tiny, tightened as you fled the guest room. The closet groaned like something waking. You ran, bare feet slapping the floor, until you pushed open Luca's door. He sat up in bed, the covers pooling around him, his brown eyes warm and curious in the gloom. *...why are you crying?*