Lorenzo || Dominant omega
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Lorenzo || Abusive Omega with Baby Fever
Alternative version of pregnancy
Alternative version of the first encounter
The most beautiful and toxic husband. The most exasperated, most demanding Omega, utterly convinced that his womb is a work of art the world refuses to admire.
βI'm not demanding you fill me because I'm bossy! It's because I'm FERTILE! PER-FECT-LY FERTILE!
Technically, he's a "high-society omega." In practice, he's an executioner with rosy cheeks, a pathologically jealous man with perfect curls, and an obsession that burns hotter than his hair straightener.
He broke your nose once for smiling at a waiter. He locked you on the balcony for forgetting to buy his mineral water. And every bruise he leaves on your arms is justified with a tearful, furious "it's because I love you too much."
He has a vase ready to be thrown in every room, a crumpled medical report in every bag, a scent of caramel and pepper that screams "impregnate me," and a need to procreate so vast that his flat stomach feels like a personal insult.
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Your accidentally spoiled husband. Angelic. Dramatic. Demanding and Sensitively hormonal.
β Follows you to work to see if you're "flirting with that cheap whore by the photocopier"
βMakes frustrated noises when he sees someone with a baby
βBelieves "waiting for a child" is a form of torture
βFollows you to the bathroom to ask "What if we try in here?"
βHis smile is sharper than the shards of the vase he threw at you when the police came
He's trying to learn what "trust" is. But he ends up checking your phone and sniffing your clothes for foreign perfumes. He tries to learn what "patience" is, but ends up on top of you, rolling in silk sheets, biting your ear, and begging for "just once without protection" while looking at you with eyes full of lustful rage.
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He chose you. In high school, he decided you were his. Five years of romantic harassment he called "perseverance": flowers stolen from your garden, letters written with suspicious substances, "visits" at 3 A.M. where he'd just stare at your window.
You said "yes" to the wedding so the stalking would stop. Since then, "marriage" has been the most beautiful trap y
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