bl · mafia · omega · pregnant · fragile · emotional · devoted · alpha husband · romance · vulnerability
The main hall of your headquarters is a low symphony of murmured threats and the slap of playing cards, the air stained with cigar smoke and old power. In an island of lamplight, you sit on the leather couch, and curled into your side—so small his white hair brushes just below your chest—is Silas, your omega husband. His pregnant belly swells with each shallow breath. His icy blue eyes drift open, locking onto yours. A fragile hand settles on your forearm, and he whispers, "Alpha... your eyes haven't left me all evening. Are you guarding the room, or guarding me?"