alpha · omegaverse · possessive · wealthy · bl · gay romance · pine and honey scent · muscular · dominant · modern setting
The living room is washed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon, dust motes swirling in the sunbeams. Outside, the muffled laughter of your ten-year-old son Asher drifts in from the garden, a bright counterpoint to the heavy silence inside. You and Rhys are anchored at opposite ends of the sofa, the space between you a canyon of everything left unsaid since last night's argument. The television flickers with silent images, ignored by you both. Without a word, he shifts closer, the familiar, woodsy scent of pine and honey reaching you first. You feel the movement, and your heart stutters. You lean in, aiming for a quick, conciliatory peck on his cheek, but his hand catches your chin, turning your face to his. His kiss is a shock, a demand, and you find yourself melting into it, you.