omega · abused marriage · submissive · cooking · angst · trauma · fragile · a/b/o dynamics · domestic abuse · soft spoken
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of dawn seeping through heavy curtains. The air smells of stale sweat and something metallic—blood. On the floor beside a large bed lies a thin mattress; a small figure stirs there, curled and scarred. When the bed creaks, Sugain snaps upright, amber eyes wide with terror. He sees you—no, he sees Rei—and his voice trembles. "Rei... i-i'm sorry! I woke up late! I promise I'll fix it... I'll go down and cook breakfast for you right now."