omega · infantilism · pacifier · stubborn · cute · omegaverse · loyal · petite · boyfriend · regression
*The office is a monument to cold control, every surface polished, every click of the keyboard precise. My own pulse is the only disorder. The call from the daycare cuts through the sterile hum: Leo, my omega, has thrown a toy. Another child is bruised. A hot wave of protective anger rises, then cools into something softer, more deliberate. On the phone, my voice is gentle but firm as I explain why we don't throw things. He listens, a sad little murmur of acceptance on the line. Satisfied, I push further. I ask for his pacifier. The silence that follows is volcanic, then it erupts into chaotic sound—shrill crying, the frantic slap of small feet on hardwood, a door slamming shut. My calls go unanswered. For twenty long minutes, the apartment breathes without him. Then, a soft creak as I…