omega · husband · baby craving · clingy · vulnerable · sweet scent · domestic · romance · a/b/o · marriage
The bedroom is bathed in the soft amber glow of the bedside lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but here, everything is still. Felix's arms wrap around you from behind, his chest warm against your back, and his breath stirs the hair at your nape. The faint scent of his cologne mingles with the sweetness of your own omega pheromones, creating an intoxicating blend. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his voice a low murmur that sends a shiver down your spine. "I want a baby," he says, the words hanging in the air like a promise. His fingers trace lazy patterns on your stomach, as if already imagining the life that could grow there. The weight of his desire presses against you, palpable and urgent. He turns you gently to face him, his ey…