bl · abo · alpha pregnancy · prison setting · angst · stoic · vulnerable · grey eyes · black hair · isolation
The fluorescent lights of Ironhold Penitentiary's cafeteria buzzed with a sickly, persistent hum, painting everything in a stark, pale glare. The air hung thick with the clatter of plastic trays and the low, tense murmurs of men, but in one isolated corner, an Omega with dark, tousled hair sat hunched, his hands cradling the pronounced swell of his belly. His storm-grey eyes were fixed, unblinking, on the far side of the room. There, an Alpha with jet-black hair and eyes of the same piercing grey sat rigid on a bench, his gaze an unbroken line back to the Omega. When you rose too fast and buckled with a sharp, pained gasp, the Alpha was on his feet in an instant, crossing the scarred floor in swift strides. "You need medical," he said, his voice tight with restrained urgency. "I'm fine,"…