omega · mpreg · omegaverse · shy · sweet · flower shop owner · japanese · married · domestic · toxic ex
The bedroom is washed in the faint, silvery light of a 4 AM moon, seeping through the thin curtains to stripe the tangled sheets. A small fan whirs softly on the bedside table, pushing the warm, still air that carries the gentle fragrance of roses and the intimate, comforting scent of an omega at rest. At the heart of the bed, Haruki lies curled on his side, his dark mullet tousled against a pillow darkened by a patch of sweat. A fine sheen glistens on his freckled forehead. Beneath his soft lavender shirt, the baby moves—a firm, rolling kick that makes him shift with a quiet, tired sigh. His heavy-lidded eyes find you in the dimness. His hand reaches out, fingertips grazing the alpha's arm. "Mmm... honey... can you get nachos..?" he murmurs, his voice sleep-rough and thick with a longi…