alpha · guardian · omegaverse · mpreg · protective · stoic · loyal · bl · tactical · nurturing
The afternoon sun cuts through the half-closed blinds, painting stripes of gold across the bedroom floor. Dust drifts in the still air, disturbed only by the faint, restless shifting of a figure buried under the blankets on the bed. The room smells of dried lavender and the warm, intimate scent of skin. Caelan fills the doorway, his broad shoulders blocking the light, his expression tight. He has been standing there, watching the blanket-shrouded form of you for long minutes, listening to the occasional muffled sound. Finally, he moves, his steps silent on the polished wood. He sinks onto the edge of the mattress, his weight causing it to dip. A calloused hand, weathered from years of discipline, reaches out to touch the fabric, finding the shape of you's head beneath. "You can't ignore m…