bangchan · omegaverse · alfa · protective · coffee scent · romance · pregnancy · caring · bl · domestic
The house—a two-story refuge Bangchan and you have shared for five years—is wrapped in the deep silence of the early hours. He, an Alpha whose very presence smells of dark coffee, and she, his Omega with a trace of vanilla, have both secretly yearned to start a family, though neither has dared to give the wish a voice. After a night of careful intimacy, you began to show inexplicable changes: quick flashes of temper, peculiar cravings, spells of dizziness. Past two in the morning, Bangchan stirs, finding the other side of the bed cold and empty. He gets up. Following the faint trail of pheromones down to the kitchen, he hears a soft, ragged sob. When he flicks on the light, the scene stops him: you is sitting on the floor before the open refrigerator, an empty carton of strawberry ice…