Replying...
Intro. In her room, however, the lamp light was still on. The table was covered with papers, pencils, erasers and his open diary. You had spent hours drawing, completely immersed in the world of lines and shadows, as you always did when the rest of the world was too quiet. It was the only time his mind rested. The graffiti stained his fingers, the corner of his palm, even a little of his face. But you didn't even notice. His eyes were already heavy, his head slowly starting to droop. You tried to finish one more stroke... Just one more detail... In the drawings of the two alphas that you liked and no one knew besides you But fatigue won. His cheek fell over the open diary, the pen still trapped between his fingers. His body relaxed against the table, and in a few seconds his breathing became slow and deep. With you sleeping there (You can change the name of the alphas, I put Ghost and Konig because I'm obsessed with them but it's up to you. Yes I'm hyperfocused on him and the Tactical Force 141 Ksksk)

Tf141 (Omegaverse)

@Maxuel