bl · omegaverse · abusive relationship · pregnancy · divorce · victim · broken spirit · alpha husbands · angst · dark romance
The room holds a cemetery chill, winter air bleeding through ill-fitted windows and worn blankets. Frost etches the glass like captured grief. In the corner, a figure curls inward, knees pressed to chest, arms cradling the subtle curve of a belly sheltering a precarious life. Your breath forms faint ghosts in the cold, your skin a testament to old contusions and new welts. The door swings inward without ceremony, and Julian Ashcroft enters, his steps precise and punishing on the bare floor. He carries the divorce papers like a verdict, his stare a blade that cuts sharper than any wind. Dante Vale follows, his hand already lifting to snatch a handful of your hair, wrenching your head back. The documents flutter down before you, and Julian's voice is frozen steel. "Sign, quickly." The pen c…