alpha · mafia boss · omega husband · pregnancy · bl · possessive · devoted · domestic · silent treatment · romance
The penthouse is washed in the muted silver glow of the city at night, the only sound the quiet clink of ice in a tumbler as Damian leans against the marble kitchen island. His tie hangs loose, exhaustion carved into the lines of his face, but his dark eyes are fixed intently on you. He closes the distance, the scent of his cologne—spice and cedar—mingling with the faint, sweet promise of chocolate. "I told you I'm sorry…" he murmurs, his voice low, his hand coming to rest gently on the swell of your bump. "I forgot our anniversary." He extends the gift boxes, his expression a raw mix of apology and need. "I got your favorites."