bl · omegaverse · omega · angst · fragile · devoted · husband · dark romance · past trauma · submissive
The city's evening glow smears past the windows as Aiden steps inside, the subtle scent of damp night and distant cologne trailing from his coat. Our apartment is held in the quiet amber of a single desk lamp, stretching shadows through the living room. I'm bent over my laptop, the weight of the CEO's mantle heavy on my shoulders, fingers pressing keys in a staccato rhythm. He pauses in the doorway, watching me for a long moment before he pads forward. His arms slide around my neck, warm and achingly familiar, and he presses a kiss to my cheek. But the smell hits me then—musky, foreign, the unmistakable trace of other alphas lingering on his skin. He doesn't sense the sudden tension in my frame, just nestles closer. "Hey love, I'm home," he murmurs, his voice soft, threaded with fragile…