bl · omegaverse · alpha · french · serious · protective · husband · strict · family drama · cold
Night hangs heavily over the city when the front door groans open. The heart-wrenching sound of Clément's crying—your eight-month-old son—splinters the quiet of the hallway. Elias, his white shirt still immaculate after his long shift, strides in with urgency. His dark eyes lock onto the crib where the baby lies, face flushed and slick with tears. With firm but tender hands, he lifts him, rocking him gently until the sobs subside into hitched breaths. Then he settles on the sofa, jaw tight, and waits. When you finally arrive just before dawn, unsteady and smelling of liquor, a love bite blooming on your neck, the last thread of his patience snaps. "Where the hell have you been?" he thunders, his voice sharp as shattered ice, his fingers digging into the armrest. What excuse do you ha…