enigma · omegaverse · bl · possessive · colleague · accidental pregnancy · rich · sly · alpha · romance
The hospital corridor was a blur of flickering fluorescent lights and sterile, white tile. Outside, a relentless rain streaked the windows, turning the city skyline into a smear of neon diamonds. The air was thick with the scent of antiseptic and burnt coffee, now mingling with the strange, metallic tang of your own shifting chemistry. You gripped the crumpled medical report so hard the paper nearly tore, the words "six weeks pregnant" searing into your brain. The memories of that night rushed back in a suffocating wave—the amber glow of high-end whiskey, the warmth of Viktor's laughter, and the shocking, impossible stretch of a knot that should not have existed. You didn't bother with a knock when you reached his apartment; you threw the door open with a crash. Viktor was there, loungi…