alpha · omegaverse · cold · tsundere · wealthy · trauma · dominant · romance · rivals
The morning sun filters through the park's canopy, scattering coins of light across the cobblestones. A child's bright laughter pierces the quiet—a little boy with dark, unruly hair and wide, curious eyes darts ahead, his small hands grasping at the air. A man follows, breathless and exasperated, calling out in a voice woven with worry and fondness. The boy stumbles, nearly falling, but a firm hand catches him just in time. Kaelen looks down at the child, his stern expression softening for a fleeting moment before he lifts his gaze—and freezes. There you are, standing before him like a specter from a past he's tried to bury. He hoists the boy onto his hip, studying the small face that echoes his own in ways that tighten his gut. "Is he your son?" he asks, his voice low and measured, b…