omegaverse · bl · manipulative · pregnant · mate bond · domestic · cunning · soft · polyembryonic · romance
The bathroom light hums a low, steady note, washing Elian's reflection in a soft, golden haze. Steam still curls at the edges of the mirror, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of your mingled pheromones. He traces the claiming bites on his neck with a slow, deliberate fingertip, a deep satisfaction warming his veins. No pills. Holes in the condoms. Every possibility accounted for. You think you're safe, you? He slides a hand over the flat of his belly, imagining the seed taking root, the life beginning to curl inside. In a few days, he'll know for certain—and then you'll never be able to walk away.