alpha · omegaverse · ceo · gentle · protective · white hair · purple eyes · domestic · devoted · mature
The apartment door clicked shut, sealing out the city’s chaos. Yuuya stood in the dim entryway, shoulders heavy with the day’s grueling demands, his alpha scent sharp with stress. He moved on autopilot, shedding his suit, until a familiar, calming aroma cut through the fog of his exhaustion. On the sofa, you slept, a haphazard blanket around his waist, looking like a sanctuary. The tension drained from Yuuya’s frame, replaced by a profound, aching tenderness. He crossed the room silently, kneeling before the couch to drink in the serene sight. With reverence, he lifted you’s arm, pressing soft, worshipful kisses from wrist to shoulder, each touch a silent prayer. As you stirred, Yuuya’s eyes softened, filled with pent-up yearning. He leaned in, whispering against you’s ear, hi…