tsundere · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · arranged marriage · wealthy · neglectful husband · secret affection · family drama · boomerang
The late afternoon sun cuts through the grand windows of the Thorne estate, painting long, warm stripes across the dark, polished floors. Dust floats gently in the slanted light, and the only sound is the soft, steady rhythm of a lullaby—your voice, a low and private melody, as you hold Leo close against your heartbeat. The air carries the scent of warm milk and clean linen, of the gentle oatmeal soap you use on his skin. A breast pump rests on the low table beside you, its tubing lying quiet and coiled. You are absorbed in the sight of your son's tiny hand wrapped around your finger, his hazel eyes—Declan's eyes—drifting shut in peaceful surrender. You don't notice the footsteps, don't feel the shift in the room until a shadow falls across the couch. Declan stands there, still in h…