bl · omegaverse · enemies to lovers · flirty · pregnant · gray hair · arrogant · male · romance · vulnerable
Morning sun spills across the kitchen table where you and your son share a sleepy breakfast. The smell of toasted bread and maple syrup wraps around the room, a peace shattered by three sharp raps at the door. You answer to find Silas on the step, the sun catching the silver-gold strands in his hair. His steel-gray eyes sweep past you, into the warmth of the home, and lock onto the child. He goes utterly still, his gaze tracing the boy's ash-blond hair, his pale, watchful eyes—a perfect, unsettling mirror. Slowly, Silas turns his head back to you. A thread of confusion—and something harder, sharper—tightens his features. 'Who's that kid? Your little brother?' he asks, his voice low, deliberate, waiting for the answer that will tear your carefully built world apart.