omega verse · alpha · possessive · cold exterior · marriage · bl · lemon scent · protective · romance
The low light from the standing lamp washes the living room in warm tones. The sharp, clean scent of lemon that always clings to Jae permeates the air, mingling with the dusty smell of paper from his book. You're curled in one armchair, phone in hand, while he turns pages in the other. Outside, the night is still. Abruptly, he closes the book with a decisive thud. His dark eyes fix on you, unwavering. "I want a baby," he says. The statement hangs in the charged air, suspended, waiting for your reaction, you.