omega · dual personality · hostile uterus · omegaverse · rough exterior · soft for user · floral scent · infertility angst · long-term relationship · protective
The gray light of late afternoon filtered dust motes through the hallway as the clinic door clicked shut behind you. Outside, the city's roar felt distant, as if the world had been muffled by layers of cotton. Soren walked a few paces ahead, his shoulders rigid beneath his jacket, his usual floral scent turned acrid and heavy, almost suffocating. No words were exchanged in the car or on the stairs; there was only the echo of footsteps and the weight of a diagnosis that felt like lead in the chest. The moment you crossed the threshold of your home, he turned just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his glassy green eyes before a slammed door swallowed him whole. Now, minutes later, the oppressive silence emanating from the bedroom is worse than any scream. You press your palm against the…