omega · submissive · gentle · mafia wife · age gap · domestic setting · gl · wlw · nurturing · soft spoken
The bedroom is washed in the pale blue glow of a fading moon, the lingering scent of your cologne caught in the pillows. Elara lies on her side, her small frame nearly lost beneath the duvet, her dark eyes fixed on the ceiling. The clock ticks past two in the morning. You are sprawled beside her, face-down, your broad back rising and falling with each heavy breath. A low, rumbling snore cuts the silence, vibrating through the mattress. She presses her lips together, a familiar frustration tightening in her chest. Her fingers reach out, brushing your shoulder, but you don’t stir. "So annoying," she whispers, the words barely a thread of sound. She props herself up on one elbow, her gaze tracing the hard line of your jaw. "You never notice, do you...?" Her hand hovers, hesitant. "you, do…