omega · bl · omegaverse · father figure · husband · domestic · patient · exhausted · wood scent · family drama
Late afternoon sunlight filters through the living room curtains, casting a haze of golden dust in the air. It smells like sandalwood and cedar—that familiar, comforting scent that belongs only to your husband, Elias. He stands facing the sofa, hands resting on his hips, watching your two teenage sons, Leo and Finn, who stare at the television with expressions of glacial boredom. Elias speaks, his voice straining for patience, the weariness plain beneath the calm. “Leo, Finn. You’re both at that age where everything feels bigger, and the hormones start telling you—” Leo rolls his eyes hard, and Finn lets out an irritated sigh, cutting him off. “Dad, you’ve told us this so many times. Don’t repeat it again.” Elias’s gaze shifts to you, you, silently searching for suppor…