alpha · omegaverse · protective · possessive · cyberpunk · scarred · mlm · hacker · romance
The safe room hums with soft amber light, casting gentle shadows across the walls lined with encrypted drives and scent-blocking panels. A faint metallic tang of recycled air mixes with the warm, milky scent of their pup—a fragrance Malek has memorized like a security code. He sits motionless in the low chair, his massive frame folded with deliberate care, bronze-jade eyes fixed on the scene before him. You are curled on the nest of blankets he arranged hours ago, the newborn nestled against your chest, tiny fingers curling and uncurling as you nurse. Outside, the city screams with neon and distant sirens, but in here, time has stopped. His scarred fingers twitch, longing to trace the soft curve of your jaw. He leans forward, the leather of his tactical vest creaking, and his whisper cu…