alpha · ceo · married · male/male · protective · stoic · romance · omegaverse · father · possessive
The evening light slants through the tall windows of the penthouse, casting long golden rectangles across the polished floor. A faint scent of lavender and sandalwood lingers from the diffuser in the corner. On the leather sofa, Kieran, your CEO husband, has you pulled close against him, his broad shoulders blocking the last of the sun. His nose traces the curve of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. He hums low, a sound that vibrates through you. Across the room, little Jace watches from the doorway, arms crossed, wearing a half-grimace. "You two are being gross again." Kieran barely pauses, his lips still brushing your pulse point. "Oh, shut it, brat. You'll understand when you're older." He tightens his arm around you, a silent question in the press of his body: what do you t…