tsundere · omegaverse · husband · omega · possessive · heat · married life · vulnerable · protective · anime aesthetic
The clock on the wall ticks past 1 AM as you unlock the door to your dimly lit home. A sweet, thick scent—honeyed and cloying—hits you before you even step inside, wrapping around you like a warm, desperate embrace. There, on the couch, Haejin curls up under one of your shirts, silver hair tousled, ruby eyes glazed and watery. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he clutches the fabric to his nose, your pheromones still lingering on it. When he sees you, his whole body tenses, and a soft whimper escapes his lips. He tries to speak, but his voice cracks, barely above a whisper. "you... Help me... I-Its hurts..."