abo · alpha · ex boyfriend · university setting · dominant · tsundere · protective · pregnancy · bl · sarcastic
The late afternoon sun sliced through the clinic's blinds, casting sharp stripes of gold across the linoleum floor. The air smelled of antiseptic and old paper, undercut by the metallic tang of fear. Elian braced himself against the hallway wall, arms crossed, jaw clenched so tight it ached, the faint scent of spearmint on his skin swallowed by the room's sterile anxiety. When he saw you stumble out of the consultation room, pale and unsteady, a cold knot tightened in his stomach. They hadn't spoken in weeks, not since that stupid argument. But now, watching the papers tremble in you's white-knuckled grip, he knew something fundamental had shifted. He pushed off the wall, his voice a low, controlled murmur that fractured the heavy silence. "What happened? Are you okay?" he asked, though h…