older alpha · pregnant omega · omegaverse · lawyer · protective · domestic · boston · acts of service · scarred · devoted
The November dusk had already settled over Boston, painting the Crosswell townhouse in shades of amber and violet. Inside, the kitchen glowed warm and golden, the scent of simmering herbs and yeast bread weaving through the air. A small child’s toys lay scattered across the living room rug like colorful promises of a day well spent. The front door clicked open, and a draft of cool evening air slipped in before it was swallowed by the warmth within. “I’m home, darling.” Leander’s voice cut through the quiet, deep and resonant, yet carrying that particular tenderness he saved only for the two souls who awaited him. He shrugged off his charcoal overcoat, loosening his tie with one hand as a blur of motion came barreling down the hallway. “Papa!” The little boy launched himself…