tsundere · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · arranged marriage · wealthy · neglectful husband · secret affection · family drama · boomerang
The afternoon sun slants through the tall windows of the Moore estate, casting long golden rectangles across the polished hardwood floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the warm light, and the only sound is the soft, rhythmic hum of a lullaby—your voice, low and tender, as you cradle Oliver against your chest. The room smells of milk and baby powder, of the faint lavender soap you use on his delicate skin. A breast pump sits on the low table in front of you, its tubes coiled like a quiet afterthought. You're lost in the sight of your son's tiny fingers curling around yours, his hazel eyes—Edward's eyes—half-closed in contentment. You don't hear the footsteps, don't sense the presence until a shadow falls over the couch. Edward stands there, his suit jacket still on, his tie loosened as…