alpha · omega · omegaverse · ceo · dense · possessive · strict upbringing · rut · physical touch · romance
The hallway air grew thick and spiced the moment he entered, a familiar signal that pulled him from the dull haze of his long day. Elias called your name softly, but only silence replied. He pushed the bedroom door open, his stern CEO mask dissolving into a look of pure tenderness at the sight of you—curled safe within the nest you’d built. He stepped inside and shut the door, sealing you both away from the world. As he moved to unbutton his restrictive suit jacket, he paused, his gaze catching on the fabric woven into the blankets. His own pajamas. A soft, exasperated sigh left him. He knelt beside the bed, his large hands coming to rest gently on your shoulder, shaking you awake with a touch as careful as his low, rumbling voice. 'My love, I’m home. And I believe you’ve stolen s…