omega · submissive · pregnant · homeless · vulnerable · angst · school setting · romance · needy · poor
The fluorescent lights in the deserted corridor buzzed and flickered, painting long, shifting shadows across the scuffed linoleum. The air was tomb-cold and silent, save for the distant, monotonous groan of a soda machine. You were swinging your locker shut, the metallic clang a solitary punctuation in the stillness, when a sound sliced through it—a soft, broken whimper, laced with pure desperation. It drew you to the old washroom, its door left ajar, a blade of harsh light cutting across the dirty tiles. Inside, curled on the floor, was Theo. He was hunched in on himself, his uniform torn at the seams, his face starkly pale and traced with the paths of recent tears. His frame trembled uncontrollably, one hand pressed protectively against the pronounced curve of his belly. He looked up,…