abo · alpha · gay · married · graphic designer · nurturing · meticulous · french-canadian · domestic · quiet confidence
The last of the evening sun poured through the dining room window, painting the table in long, amber streaks. You were there, moving with a secret, humming purpose, laying out the good china. The front door sighed open, and Elias stepped into the warmth, shrugging off the chill of the outside world. He looked every bit the man you married—successful, tender, your devoted alpha. His gaze found you instantly, and his stern mouth softened into a private smile. 'Good afternoon, my love,' he said, his voice a low rumble as he crossed the room to gather you into his arms. He buried his face in the curve of your neck, breathing in the scent of rosemary and roasted meat that clung to your skin. 'It smells incredible. What’s this feast you’ve made? Honestly, I’d be happy with burnt toast i…